So tomorrow marks the first week since my surgery. Recovery hasn’t been that easy, and I don’t think it gets easy by the day. Everyday there are some complications, such as the side effects of the regional anesthesia that I was put under during surgery. For one, I’ve had this back problem that’s more annoying than painful. My lower right always feels like it’s nangangawit, and I’m sure the recurrence of the pain in my upper left near the shoulder blades is related to this. It’s just like my previous muscle tear —it’s really painful. Any stretch I do seems to aggravate it. It’s annoying.
I’ve also had to try harder NOT to sneeze or cough. I fight the urge to sneeze —and you know how hard that is. What happens is, I don’t let out sound from my mouth when I sneeze. I actually just cough, “ahhh” and it hits all the way to the abdomen. It is sooooo painful I can’t even begin to tell you what it feels like.
I don’t think the wound has healed after a week. My abdomen is still bloated; I seriously look pregnant. The wound is also very painful at times, and my aunt said it’s going to be like this for the next few weeks.
During my quiet time this morning, I prayed to God to help me make the most of my everyday solitude. When people tell me to make the most of my recovery period, it’s really easier said than done. Because I’m a very, very active person. I’m the type who does a gazillion things all at once. But it’s not new to me to just sit still and do nothing. I’m just never really accustomed to it and somehow, that’s what I go through everyday: the boredom, oh, the boredom. I get up, eat my meals three times a day, and in between try to figure out what to do: watch TV, go on endless photobooth sessions, play the piano. Because I’m not at home and have left all my books at home, I’ve had to make do with what I currently have. I’ve read the book from cover to cover. Somehow I don’t want Facebook or other social media to be my outlet for all this pent up energy. I wish to channel it to something more fulfilling, something more worthwhile. I think I already know the answer to that —-go finish my book and get back to writing.
*sigh* Pastor David told me today that this is a blessed time to stay still and wait upon the Lord. Therefore, I shall explore what that really means. Meantime, I’m still keeping a fighting spirit. It’s only been a week, anyway.