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I'm so bored and frustrated ...

I'm into day 5 of post-op. I'm supposed to be resting, but I am so bored it is not funny! I've been watching old episodes of Macgyver, but I'm really bored with that. I've got other DVDs but I am sick of watching tv. I can't do any writing because it's too tiring. Yesterday I wrote a blog entry and that was exhausting, so no way can I handle writing a chapter now.

I rang the district nurse and vented as I haven't been told anything about what to expect. The hospital must have assumed I had people I could rely on to help me, which isn't the case. I mean, shouldn't they be asking those questions before they discharge a patient? I know it was coming up to the weekend and they're short-staffed on weekends but seriously? I told them I lived alone, why did they assume I would have someone there to help me and tell me to just rest?

How can I rest when I've got things I have to do, that no one else is around to do for me? Like I've got a ton of washing and I want to take advantage of the fine weather to do it. I can't ask my landlords (landladies actually) to hang out my washing for me, even though they've offered to help me. I've got my pride, you know?

And washing dishes isn't easy when you've got a drain in your side and you've got to be careful how you move in case you knock over the bottle. Ugh. It's been dubbed Pita aka Pain in the Ass!

Another thing is, I've asked about three times how I'm supposed to have a shower and wash my hair. The only thing they told me is, don't get the drain site wet. Of course, they don't say how I'm supposed to achieve that. I can't exactly ask my landlord or club members to help me with that either. It's not like they're close friends!

I hate living on my own! I hate living so far away from my family, who would help me. Except I didn't know my mother was going to have a heart attack and be unable to come up here to help me, as that was originally the plan. If they had't moved to a whole new town, I would have been staying at Mum's place and she would have looked after me and kept me occupied.

I'm so sick of sitting inside and doing nothing. It's boring! I need to be out there doing something. It would be different if I was in a lot of pain or I was constantly tired, but I'm not.

Sorry, I just really needed to vent all this stuff.

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tasabian
Nov. 21st, 2016 08:11 pm (UTC)
I've been in the same boat for the last 6 weeks - it can be tough recovering from surgery when you live alone.

I can't ask my landlords (landladies actually) to hang out my washing for me, even though they've offered to help me. I've got my pride, you know?
Forget pride. Seriously. My neighbour offered to rake my leaves for me and at first I felt bad for saying "yes" but he wanted to help me, I felt better for being helped and in the future, I can help him out when he needs it. You need the help right now, accept it when it's offered. You can "pay it forward" later.

I've asked about three times how I'm supposed to have a shower and wash my hair.
For the first two weeks, I washed hair in sink and sponge-bathed the rest of me. I had a chair next to the counter to kneel on. You might not need that since your legs aren't the problem, bu bending over into the sink can be a tiring posture.

I'm so sick of sitting inside and doing nothing. It's boring! I need to be out there doing something.
Are you allowed to take a short walk? I've found that even moving out to the front step to get some sun has helped me.

You're getting better day by day - the hard part was the surgery, and that's done!

phoenixnz
Nov. 22nd, 2016 12:20 am (UTC)
A big part of me still feels guilty for even asking for help. I think that's a genetic thing.

I managed to have a shower before the nurse came and she took out the drain - yay! I'm still a bit sore, but feeling much freer, and having a shower really makes a difference.

It's beautiful and sunny here and I'm able to walk out to the letterbox and back, which is probably around 50 metres, so that helps.

Yeah, I am getting better day by day. I guess the hard thing, other than the surgery, is realising my body now has a few limitations while its healing.

On that note ... I thought I'd post some pics.
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