1) I can taste chocolate again. After the surgery, my husband, the alien, tried to cheer me up with a piece of chocolate and I couldn’t taste it. Anesthetics change your sense of taste.
2) I can taste horseradish again. I never imagined horseradish could taste mild. It’s no fun that way.
3) My chiropractor finally noticed that the accident knocked my pelvis out of alignment – now he’s working to straighten it. This process hurts, but in the long run, I expect to be in less pain.
4) The narcotics I took for 36 hours after the surgery gave me a short vacation from the pain in my hip. Now I know why my docs kept offering me pain meds. And I was reminded why I refused them. I much prefer having my brain. For me: no pain = no brain.
5) I was feeling better this morning, so I took off the sling that is “for my comfort” not my health, and did a belly dancing exercise lesson. I put that sling back on again right away. I needed it for my comfort.
6) I wore that sling to the gym to ride the stationery bicycle. I’m not allowed to ride mine for several weeks after the surgery. I suspect lifting it would tear the stitches over my collar bone. I also used the inner and outer thigh machine. I can still do 30 reps with 80 lbs, even after a week away from the machine.
7) My massage therapist and I agreed not to meet this week. I can’t lie on my belly. She suggested that I take arnica montana 30c. I like it a lot better than narcotics.
8) As soon as I felt free of narcotics, I felt a desire to cook. I made Chicken India with Peaches, chicken soup, lasagne with walnuts (no meat), and stir-fried veggies with tofu. My freezer is now stocked for a while. It was fun to have my kitchen serve as a three-ring circus. Chopping here, stirring there, baking the other place.
9) I can’t lift my old dog down the stairs, so he can’t have walks except when my husband, the alien, is home. I also can’t buy groceries because I can’t carry them home even with a cart because I can’t lift the cart onto a bus.
10) I’m taking the bus everywhere – the so-called every-15-minutes bus that runs near my house took 45 minutes to arrive this morning. It didn’t get me to the gym on time for my early morning Pilates class. I really want to be on my bike again so I can get places quickly.
My mail man saw me wearing the sling and asked, “Did you get in another accident?”
I answered, “No. This is a good thing. I got the metal screws and plates out of my shoulder. I’m getting my life back.”