I think purple socks showing bear hugs must definitely help the healing process (turns out they’re part of a surgical “warming system” to help patients avoid hypothermia — there are so many new things with each procedure!).
The anesthesiologist came beforehand to describe the whole process to me in great detail, but afterwards I could hardly recall being in the operating room at all. I mean, I know they wheeled me in, and I guess I must have seen the anesthesiologist there as well, but I really can’t say for sure. It’s quite strange, really.
The closest I’ve come to surgery in the past was oral stuff — tooth extractions and such, and although I was prescribed painkillers I never took more than one pill. But there has been no question of continuing to take them this time around! True, I chose to take only one at a time instead of two, but the discomfort level was intense enough that I resolved to stick with them for at least the first two or three days. Then we’ll see.
Yay for prune juice and stool softeners! Won’t be needing the laxative after all.
I’m so much more conscious of the muscles involved in standing up, sitting down, bending over, reaching up, and so on. It’s actually fascinating to track my healing by noticing what I can do more easily, even from hour to hour.
It was a day of two mini-walks (up to and around our parking area) and three naps (quite impressive for me!).
I guess that’s enough random thoughts on healing for one day.
