Post Surgery Diet⟫ Liquids
Around 6.40 am last night (strange to call it last night but since I didn’t actually go to bed, that’s what it was) I felt the urge - maybe that was why I couldn’t settle to sleep. Anyway, trying not to panic because I’ve read stories where the first BM post-surgery is like giving birth, I set up soothing music on my headphones, grabbed my phone and headed to the bathroom. They were right, it was a lot like giving birth – lots of slow gentle pushes and breathing, but nowhere near as bad as I feared. And no need for an enema, which is such a relief as I had absolutely no idea just how I was going to contort myself into whatever positions were required to handle the miralax.
I didn’t go to bed because by the time I’d finished, it was like nearly 8 am so I thought I’d spend a little time with Stripes. It was nice actually – she joined me in bed once she’d fed the cats, and I burbled nonsense at her for nearly an hour. Then I got to act like the parent for once and called the pharmacy on her behalf to find out where her prescription had gone. They had finally received her prescription and we managed to get it arranged to be delivered today, so win!
Had a phone call from the support team at Heartlands, checking in after the surgery. We had a good chat, he reminded me of the meds I had brought home from the hospital that I needed to begin taking and asked if I had any questions. I didn’t really – about showering, some of the bruising being so extensive and he let me know my first physical support meeting would be on 6th January up at Heartlands and a letter would follow. I asked about a weight loss goal for that meeting and he said they didn’t set them – this was to introduce us properly to the team, check in on how we were coping with foods, meds, guidelines, etc so all good. He did suggest I contact my GP to ask about a blood sugar level monitor but I didn’t do that today because everything went to shit.
I think I’ve figured out the best way to do this is to do a ‘normal’ post about the bog-standard stuff going on. Then a post with a warning about the rant it will no doubt contain that people can avoid if they don’t want to read it, especially since it includes decades old family drama/trauma.
Doing a poo meant the scales dropped nearly a kilo which blew my mind and set me up to be in the best mood since before surgery, especially as the fortuitous timing meant I could relay a good weight loss and progress to support team.
The car stuff. I’ve been thinking with all of the medical appointments I will be attending in 2025 and beyond that paying for Ubers is going to be prohibitively expensive and maybe it might be time to get a car again. It would be a nice bit of independence; since I fit in a more standard wheelchair, we won’t need an SUV, we can get a little run-around suitable for the three of us. Stripes suggested that rather than buying a second-hand car using my PIP money (if we get awarded it) then we could go the motability route. Which could be brilliant – it handles the MOT, services, RAC, insurance – everything. Bad point? Losing out on the money on the daily basis – that could be difficult. Found an absolutely gorgeous Chrysler Ypsilon (red with a black bonnet) and kinda fell in love, but also found a brown Vauxhall Mokka which I liked a lot!
And then I suffered a brain fart this evening and realised that it’s only the mobility portion of the award that gets taken for the car. The care component would still come to me, which means this could actually be something within our reach. Depending on whether I get the award. But one step at a time. There might actually be a way for me to end today not utterly homicidal.
Okay, I think I’m actually going to end the ‘nice’ part of today here. I might come back and write everything else or I might just let the desperate need for sleep win.
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