Recovery is subjective. 13 days ago, I nearly passed out trying to walk 50 metres in the hospital. I had to page a nurse to walk with me 10 metres across the hospital room to go to the washroom. I kept failing the basic physio requirements in order to go home, 3 days in a row.
1 week ago, I had to be shown for the 5th time how to climb steps with crutches so I could enter and exit my house (brain fog is a bitch).
Monday night I got my first full night of sleep because I didn't have staples in my hip and ass anymore.
Today, it took me 30 minutes to walk from home to the variety store and back. It's 500 metres away. At first I was disappointed because normally that's like a 5 minute walk for me, but then I had to recalibrate my brain and remind myself that I had major surgery just 15 days ago, and 14 days ago, I was eating bland food and needing assistance to walk 3 steps.
I have achievements, I can do the dishes if I sit on a bar stool, I put away my laundry away, I can help with basic dinner prep if I'm seated. I'm down to only 10mg of oxycodone a day from the 50mg/day I was on a week ago.
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