The Impatient Patient

Two and a half weeks into recovery and....well, just call me the Impatient Patient.

I thought that by now I'd be doing more. Not back 100%, but, not as sore and tired as I am. I get so tired so easily, it's nutty!

I decided to make soup on Sunday. (Homemade soup, not from a can.) It's a staple recipe, nothing fancy. It took me well over an hour to make it. Usual prep time: 30 mins.

What an eye opener.

Monday was my first full day solo since surgery. I had to go to Walmart for some pain pills (the OTC variety). Folks, it took me over an hour to shower, get dressed and get out the door. Seriously? Yup, I move even slower than turtles now. (Should have my own shirts made).

Sent an email to work yesterday, just a warning for them....I'm not sure I'll be "kitchen ready" by the 21st.  My boss was very understanding, which I am glad for. I have to listen to my body I guess. (Impatient Patient does not like this).

No fitness, other than short walks at the grocery store. My appetite has returned, which is a blessing and a curse. Trying to make the Good Choices.....but chocolate once-a-day seems to have become a necessity for my sanity.

I will say, I am still enjoying being home with the kids on the morning....and they're liking it too. It will be a hard thing to give up when I go back.

Post Surgery

I made it. Surgery was a week ago ( breast reduction for those not in the-know).

The procedure went very well  I am told. Thanks to a cocktail of meds pre-surgery, and post, the first few days afterwards are a bit hazy.

I do remember that the nurses at the hospital were phenomenal. They were all very kind and took very good care of me. I can say the same for the anesthesiologist and surgeon, as far as I can remember.

I also want to thank my parents for spending the past week with us. First caring for the kiddos while we were out of town for the surgery, then for carting me around and tending to me while the husband was at work. I know they have plenty going on in their own lives, and I appreciate them so much.

Last, but not least, thanks to my hubby. He's had a nutty week a work, and then comes home to take care of me. Thankfully he is off work next week to help me out...and make sure that I remain a good patient.


I'm healing well according to the surgeon ( had a post-op appointment yesterday). She's happy with the result, and I don't have to go back until next month now.

I will say, I am rather uncomfortable...actually, today I hurt quite a bit. I am not taking the "good pills" during the day. They make me woozy and hurt my tummy.

I am bored too. That was to be expected though. I have books, Netflix, and my trusty laptop (that I really can't lift on my own).

I am hoping that when my 4 weeks off work is up, I am ready to go back to work.

Lather, Rinse, Repeat

They say that Life is what happens when you're busy making plans.

There are days, when I feel like my life is just a series of mundane chore lists strung together.

*Laundry
*Cook the Food
*Clean the things
*Sleep
*Lather, rinse & repeat.

Yes, a rather simplistic view.

*Sigh*

It could be that my surgery on Friday is causing a bit (lot) of stress in my head. Weighing heavier on my mind though, is how long after surgery will it be before I can get back to training for my goals for the next 12 months?

Goals, you say?

Yup, not dreams, but goals, with an actual date attached to them.

A 10k, a half marathon, and a FULL Marathon. Those are just a few things that I want to do for me personally.

I could use a little more fun in my life as well. Between time spent at work, and time (well) spent with family, a teeny bit of a social life would be so good for my mental health. It's been.....a long time since I let my hair down (less of it now that I cut it off).

Mind-Body  balance. If I can figure that one out, perhaps I can be a better me all around.

One Week to Go

One week from today.....

I will be a post-surgical patient. I'll be propped up in bed, all wrapped up, and medicated.

I've never had surgery, never been "put under". Heck, I've never even had an epidural!  I think the idea of general anesthetic makes me just as nervous as the thought of the actual surgery.

I'm hoping for a good result from this reduction. I hope it doesn't hurt too much afterwards.

I can't wait to be healed. Then I can get my feet on the road again, shake my butt at Zumba, and Lift the Things!

Oh....and I am so looking forward to being able to buy a bra that FITS!

Wish me luck. :)

One Month Later

Well folks, been a month since my last post. My back is feeling better most of the time, but it's definitely not as good as before my ridiculous injury. I've been to the chiropractor, done a few work-outs, and been back to the same-old same-old at work.

Tomorrow is the Arm Lake Trail Run. It's the last in a series of three put on by the local running club on base. The kids are pretty excited about finishing it, since they get a medal...so do I ( that's the reason I'm going).

I do not feel like running this race. Next to no runs for me this summer, I'm so heavy at the moment, and I have a cold. ( yeah yeah, First World Problems).

I will run it, and I will finish it though. It's a good lesson for the kids ( the whole "Finish what you started" thing).

If nothing else, I'll get some fresh air, and spend some quality time with the family and our running pals.

In other news.....2 weeks from today I will have had my long-awaited breast reduction surgery. I am anxious for it to be over.. Wish me luck all around!

I Miss Running

Made it through a full shift at work today.
...thankful for that.


I miss running. I miss the time alone, the meditation and the challenge.

Where I found this

Lumpish Sunday Afternoon

It's been a week and a half since I initially injured myself, thanks to my fancy footwork in the bath tub.

In that time, I have been to the chiropractor twice ( an interesting, and not unpleasant experience), and the local hospital.

I have missed nearly 5 full days of work, and went back for 2 partial days this past Thursday and Friday.

My back is still not right, but it is much better than it was.

I am miserable however, and a little horrified.

Perhaps it's the medication, or my nearly sedentary days. Maybe it's all the food I've been eating to keep my stomach settled. More than likely, it's a combination of all the above factors. Whatever the cause, I have gained A LOT of weight. My bras are too small, my bigger clothes that I JUST BOUGHT are too tight. I have stayed away from the scale so far, because, the number won't make me feel any better about the evidence I see in the mirror.

And, while I understand that there are people suffering from much more horrible fates in the world, I am still so very unhappy about all of this.

I want to work out, get my body moving and stop feeling like this big lump I seem to be turning into. Isn't that the solution to gaining weight?

My head is screaming at me to restrict, stop eating....I know that will not help me heal.

Keeping that little voice in the back of my head quiet (you know, the one that is always there in the shadows, waiting to pull the rug from under your feet) will be hard. The words it speaks may be true, but the context is generally wrong.

So, I'll try to remain patient, and keep reminding myself that I am injured, and I have to care for myself.



*P.S.
I have stopped taking the heavy-duty meds as off today. The foggy-brain, shakes, and nearly narcoleptic spells were taking their toll on me. Extra-Strength ibuprofen seems to be good enough for a lazy day like today.


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