The Funk

For the most part during the recovery process, I've been able to remain pretty upbeat.  Do I get bored sitting in my recliner doing a cross stitch as Grammy watches hours of Gunsmoke and whatnot?  Of course I do.  

But every few days I just fell into a funk.  I was (and still am) sick of laying on my back to sleep.  My butt is flat as a pancake because I can't get off it unless I'm standing up.  And I really felt like I wasn't getting better.

One morning I tried to lay on my side.  With the help of a pillow held hard to my chest I could lay on my side without too much pain.  It felt good, but then I started weeping out of my wounds where the drains were.

Another morning I woke up and I guess I had done something and the point under my left breast where the horizontal and vertical incisions meet was weeping rather badly. I did call the nurse for my surgeon to check, and I had googled it too.  Apparently it's pretty normal.  She explained that my sutures may be loosening up causing the leaking.  I put a little neosporin on it, and some gauze and within two days it had healed up again.

When the bleeding started I had switched from the compression bra to a Genie Bra (Awesome because they are relatively cheap and you step into them as opposed to having to hook them up or put it over your head).  I had also driven on the Interstate to the Mall and back.  Maybe it was too early to drive.  I don't know, but I did relax a bit more for a few days.

It was just irritating because I felt like I was capable of doing more than I was, but whenever I tried to do more, it bit me in the butt.  It's so hard for me to take each day as it comes.  Every few days I needed to look back and see that I could reach that mug on the top shelf now, or I could shower easier, or that I managed to straighten my hair.