Jeannie took me to my post op this morning, and my mood has been swinging wildly for the last few days anyway, nearly driving me crazy today. I've gone through periods of wanting to just sit and cry, as well as those of just plain depression. I have been able to eat though not nearly enough to make much of a difference in my weight, but it's a start. I weigh 110#, which is about a 14# loss from when I went into surgery. I'll be working on that over the coming weeks, although I'm not going to be so obsessed with it.
I saw one of the hospital doctors and not my surgeon who was not in the hospital today. He and another doctor poked around enough to bring on some pain, and I finally broke down and took a pain pill when I got home. I have about 8 of them left so when they are gone, that's it. I think I can wean myself off them during the coming week.
Things are looking positive although I don't feel it yet - in time I'll be back to my old self. I'm restricted on how much I can lift, and the only exercise they want me to do until the 6 wk mark is to walk. I asked how many miles and how fast, and was told whatever I feel comfortable doing. I hate it when they won't be specific, so I'll work myself up to 3 miles in an hour.
I think I've gotten the message that I don't need to be backpacking at this stage of my life, so I'm crossing it off my list of goals. I'll be happy if I can just do some car camping this summer; if I get to the point I feel I can do more then I might change plans a bit.
Right now I'm feeling pretty crappy! I know better days are ahead. Thanks for all the good wishes. It's comforting to know that folks are sending me good vibes, and I'm so appreciative of my blog readers. I hope I can get back in my old routine soon - I just can't read much at a time and it's hard to focus on anything, but I know that's only temporary.