Surgery was two weeks ago today. I haven’t done an update about how I’m doing for a few days because nothing has really changed, and it’s not very exciting. I’m disgruntled. I’m totally fine, but tired of recovery. There’s still a tube sticking out of my side, and it’s uncomfortable and kind of raw and gross. Fluid accumulates in my drain bottle, or just seeps out of the hole in my side. When that happens, if I stand up and do “I’m a Little Teapot” a few times, the tube will work properly again. My range of motion and mobility are quite good, but I have the constant sensation of a vice grip on my armpits.
On Saturday I took a shower. Bob then said, “You should come with me to run some errands.” I told him I took a shower. He was like, yes, great, that means you’re ready to go. Oh, hell no. The point was that I took a shower, used all of my energy and accomplished my goal of the day. We left the house on Sunday briefly, and it was exhausting.
A while ago, before I had cancer, we’d booked flights to a client meeting in Washington, DC that is happening this week. Part of me thought I’d certainly be healed enough by now to make that trip. That seems ridiculous. I still haven’t felt like it’s a terrific idea to go to the cabin, three hours away. I do think I’ve turned a corner in the healing process – everything seems to have set up and feels less squishy and fragile. But I don’t feel great. I’m crabby. Bob remains good-humored as always, and is an excellent nursemaid.