A few things have jumped out at me since I've had surgery that I didnt' expect.
Before surgery, I won't say I was addicted to caffeine, but I definitely loved my frou-frou coffees. I have my own espresso maker and would make myself a mocha in the mornings after the boys were off. But after I came home from surgery, I never wanted, craved or desired coffee. I didn't go thru withdrawls either. At first I chalked it up to all the naps I needed but even now on days where I don't have a nap or only have one in the afternoon, I don't gravitate towards making a mocha. Weird, huh?
The surgeon before surgery and after made it a point to let me know that "they" (whoever they are!) would help me keep my pain level in check. But what I found was that no one took the time to explain what pain meds I was on, how long I should be on them, when they should be switched out or the dosage lessened. Nothing, nada, zilch. It has been a guessing game and unsettling to someone like myself who likes things spelled out beforehand. The constant refrain I hear is: Everyones different! Weird, huh?
Before surgery I had grand visions of sitting on the couch knitting as I recooperated, reading vast quantities of good books, diving into my craft stash and making incredible masterpieces. Alas, none of that has happened. My mojo seemed to be cut out of me along with the physical parts they took. Now some of that could be atrributed to all the naps I needed, but even now 10 weeks after the fact, with my energy starting to return, my mojo is no where in sight. Weird, huh?
All in all tho, things are progressing along well. I'm well enough to make dinners again and throw in a load or two of laundry. I still get tired easily and have to pace myself esp when I'm out running errands. It probably won't be til the end of summer before I can take up everything I did before, but I'm ok with that. I refuse to beat myself up for something that is out of my control. This surgery tho major, was much needed and we are all glad we were able to get it taken care of. Tho it wasn't cancerous, the surgeon told me it could have turned into cancer if we hadn't removed the turmor. Not sure I believe that, but what do I know?
So what weird oddities have you run up against in your life?
Til next time ....