I may not be exercising, but I've certainly been getting my workouts in via crutches. My gosh. They looked like such fun - when I was a kid, we loved to pretend we had crutches (using brooms or stilts), or in the event some poor kid actually had a broken leg, we'd all line up for the chance to try out the crutches. Well. Lemme tell you. I am OVER crutches. My arms are tired, my palms are tender and sore, the sides of my ribcage are bruised - this has been not nearly as entertaining as my childhood fantasy. (I know, some girls dream of ponies but I was the weird one...)
Later this morning, I'm going to the doctor for my first post-op visit, where I'm hoping he'll remove the bandages and show me a perfectly-healed ankle. What, another fantasy? LOL What I'm guessing will happen with the great unveiling is bandage removal, much oohing and aahing, stitches also removed, and then ??? It's a mystery. I honestly don't know what I'll be allowed to do, or if I'll be able to ditch this boot and the crutches (based on the pain I'm still feeling, I'm guessing not), or if I can start swimming. Ah, who am I kidding. Taking a shower wears me out. I'm not up to doing a whole heck of a lot yet. I went into this surgery a fit, healthy, able-bodied person and the recovery has been a challenge. I cannot imagine what this would have been like had I not lost weight. So there's that.
The other thing that messed me up was the combination of anesthesia and pain medicine - I stopped taking the pain meds early Saturday morning, but still feel goofy. And that's why I stopped them - I was tired of feeling dizzy and woozy and just not right in the head...I didn't even think about how much that would affect me as well. Hopefully by Friday's post I'll be much more lucid and able to write something coherent (Monday's post was written in advance, if you were wondering).