I don’t think things are getting *better*, per se, but I think I’m getting much more used to how things are. It helps a lot to have J around every day to help, even if he’s been pretty exhausted and sore himself these last few days.
New coping mechanisms:
- If I keep moving, often times I can force myself past the fatigue – but God help me if I sit down!
- If I take my adderrall later in the morning at work, then I am often able to sustain my brain and most times find myself working until the bitter end.
- I can drag heavy things if I get down low and push them, then sit down on a step and pull them into my lap… thus, the laundry baskets.
Still, though, the sharp pains and lumps and bumps and stitches remind me that things are not really much better … and since next Tuesday is the 5-month anniversary of this stupid surgery, I feel a little depressed that I don’t have an answer by now. My pain doc ordered a chest x-ray, and I’ve kind of been putting it off, because it likely won’t show anything (I know my mother is secretly hoping that they left a pair of scissors in there or something), since x-rays can’t pick up nerve damage or other possible causes of this frequent pain. I’m really trying to hang in there, I really am, but some days are very, very hard.
Now, on to the fat (by fat, I mean heavy, healthy and beautiful!) baby!:
It felt so good to be the baby hog again!
I also had the pleasure of snuggling with his older brother–going to be a heartbreaker, eh ladies?
All-in-all, it was a crazy weekend full of moving/cleaning stuff, potato chips & french onion dip, hogging babies, doing laundry and even some Dogfishead gluten-free beer! Woo!
Occasionally, it is the better strategy to smile and go along with the tide rather than fight the current.