I was recalling a conversation I had with my mother a few months ago. We were discussing mobility while my back was hurting.
I would go upstairs at least every other day to take a shower. It was pretty important to me mentally as well as keeping me from getting too stinky.
The question was, “How did I dry my legs when I couldn’t bend?”
The short answer is, I didn’t.
It’s amazing what becomes optional when you are in pain. I would dry my upper body as best I could, then wrap a towel around my waste and head back downstairs. I’d put the towel on my bed, and then lay down and let my legs air dry.
I’ve found that post-surgery I’m having to regain energy and strength. Today was spent sleeping in, reading in bed, going for my walk, stretching, reading in bed, running errands, more reading in bed, working on rockets, going for my second walk, then getting ready for bed.
Part of me is so frustrated that I accomplished so little today. The rest of me is accepting that this is where I am today. My body is going to recuperate at it’s own pace. And there’s not much I can do about it.
To be sure, I could push myself harder, but that’s been shown to be far from the best course of action. So for today I’ll listen to my body, and rest.
This one takes me back to the days of my youth, when all fish had a regular geometric shape. It was either square, rectangular, or trapezoidal. The rice pilaf was OK, but the broccoli with cheese sauce was a bit watery.
Multi-step process – you have to flip the fish
It’s hard to get something that was fried to turn out well in the microwave. This did better than some, only slightly soggy
3.7 out of 5. Perhaps if you are fond of fish, then you would rate this higher. It’s OK once in a while, but not part of the regular rotation.
Being flat on one’s back is excruciating, in more ways than physical. It’s easy to feel helpless, which can quickly lead to hopeless. This is one of the ways that I “fight back” against feeling helpless.
I may not be able to go shopping, but I can certainly order groceries. Smith’s (Kroger) has a service called Clicklist. For $4.95 per order (the first three are free) someone will take your grocery list, do all your shopping, and have everything ready when you arrive at the store.
I can do some meal planning for nights with the kids. I can make sure that the household has needed supplies like TP, and basics like milk, butter, and fruit.
Although I may need to ask someone to pick them up (driving sucks), it’s a lot more manageable.
This helps me feel:
Like less of a burden on others
Like I have some control over my life (or at least my meals)
Like I am contributing something to the household’s day-to-day running
Yes, it looks like a mess. Let’s see how your housekeeping survives your back injury. Yes those are wall studs. I was in the middle of redoing the basement when this happened.
So this is where I’ve been for 23-1/2 hours a day for the last couple of months. Note the following:
It;s on the ground floor, and I can exit the house via the garage. No stairs involved. Stairs are not your friends.
Trash can next to bed.
Media computer at head of bed. I do have a TV. It’s buried in the garage. See the bit above about redoing the basement. This is for watching movies with my kids. It’s also got USB ports for charging my phone, etc.
Just above the pillows is a recycling bag. It’s hanging from a nail on one of the wall studs.
There’s a 12 pack of seltzer water next to the bed. My preference is to make my own with my SodaStream, but there are times when that process – getting out of bed, filling the bottle, with water, carbonating the water, and then going back to bed – is more than I can take.
Power strip on the floor next to the bed. Powers computers, heating pad, etc.
Bag-o-meds resides on the floor at the head of my bed.
In short, I’ve rearranged things so that what I need on a regular basis is within arm’s reach It provides a measure of independence, in that I don’t need anyone to get these things for me. It’s usually not tidy, but it helps me get through the day. And night. On the days when I can barely make it to the bathroom, it really makes a difference.