I’m still recuperating from surgery, but starting to feel like I might just live after all. It’s been four weeks since my first procedure, and two and a half weeks since the second. I have to keep reminding myself of that second date because I can easily remember the first date and I get discouraged that I’m not further along in my recovery, but then I remember the second date and I feel better about where I am.
Cooking
This week’s meal plan:
Monday: Orange Chicken Bowls (Renaissance)
Tuesday: Beef & Pumpkin Stew, if I have the energy. If not, quesadillas made by someone else.
Wednesday: Beefy Pasta (Ren or Emily)
Thursday: Pizza
Friday: TBD (Michael)
Saturday: TBD (Michael)
Sunday: TBD (Michael)
Clothing
We’ll see if I can handle doing any laundry this week. I tried a week or two ago and could load clothes in the washer, but that was about it. Michael’s been good about keeping the laundry caught up, but it’ll be good to take over that task from him so he has less to worry about. Trying to fold and put away clothing will once again be a focus.
Cleaning
I’m still restricted quite a bit in my activity, so I shouldn’t be doing much cleaning. If I have the energy for it I try to wipe down the kitchen table and counters after breakfast. At some point that should become an easy task again, right? I’ve also been puttering around in my craft room, putting away a thing here and a thing there. I tire extremely easily, so there’s not a lot getting done, but every little bit helps. Maybe I can aim to clean the kitchen surfaces each morning, put away a certain number of things in the craft room each day, and spend a set amount of time (5-10 minutes) each day unearthing my office desk from beneath the mountain of paperwork that is currently camouflaging its existence?
Caring
I’m still healing, but also trying to regain energy, which is a tricky balance to strike. I’m trying to walk further distances and/or go on more walks each day, and that’s going relatively well. I’ve added in Stretchy Calf Raises to the end of all my walks in an attempt to fend off any plantar fasciitis that may be brewing as I’m sure my muscles have atrophied everywhere and I do not want to have to deal with plantar fasciitis on top of everything else.
I complained to my doctor about being bored out of my skull at my last check-up and he suggested I allow myself to read as much as my heart desired. I think I read nine books and seventeen magazines last week. I’m getting tired of reading. Kristin Hannah’s The Women is excellent. I can’t read anything else by her while I’m recovering though—she writes the most heartbreaking stories and I feel like I need to avoid the downers right now while my body is trying to manufacture warmth and light and healing vibes. It’s hard to convince your cells to rejuvenate when you’re feeding your mind and heart a bunch of tension and sorrow.
I don’t have any extra space to care for others right now. Which is ok. Stinky, but ok. I do need to remember to reach out to my brother on his birthday. Which reminds me that I should get back into the habit of checking my To-Do List app each morning, if only to make sure I’m not missing any important reminders.
Creativity
I’d like to start doing some creative things each day. I’ve got the time, and it would require me to sit and stand up, which is good for helping me regain my strength. Major Post-Back Surgery of 2015 vibes going on here, but hey, that’s how I ended up making my Farm Girl Vintage quilt! I would almost start another Farm Girl Vintage quilt now, but there’s a lot of other projects that I really should work on instead.
- Complete a penguin block for Renaissance’s Christmas quilt
- Spend 30 minutes each day doing some Christmas knitting
Gardening
There’s not a lot that I can do in the garden, which is so beautifully overgrown and ripe that it hurts. Michael and Renaissance are doing their best to use up what we’ve got out there, for which I’m profoundly grateful. Renaissance has processed two of the pumpkins into puree and Michael has been picking my tomatoes and peppers and cramming them into everything he cooks for us these past few weeks. I grew a boatload of beautiful San Marconi peppers—they’re about ten inches long each and a vibrant red that just makes you happy to look at them. We ate the purple corn I grew and it was really good—when you cook it, the purple turns black and grey, which made for excellent Halloween-ish corn on the cob. Renaissance called up a friend who really likes making salsa and gave him four pounds of our tomatillos, which he was really jazzed about.
This may not be a great food storage year for us, but we had fun in the garden throughout the summer and we’re doing the best we can with the harvest. Hopefully this surgery solves all the problems that have made it difficult for me to process harvests and spend extended time in the kitchen to do canning and preserving. Losing out on this harvest is worth it if I can do the work in years to come.
Celebrating
I’m not sure what my kids are doing for Halloween. I think Michael’s taking care of it? And, honestly, the kids are set up with their teen accounts on Amazon and can just order a costume if they want one and I’d approve it. They know this, so I’m not going to worry about it. If they forget, they can throw something together from what we already have around the house. I’m not going to stress about Halloween this year.
Community
I was supposed to resume ward choir practice this week. I pushed it out another week because I knew I didn’t have the strength. We’ll be starting up this Sunday. It’s going to be rough. I need music for them to practice, especially Christmas music. My contact in the bishopric was released and now I need to go through whoever the new guy is. It takes a while to figure things out. I had hoped to do a big Christmas program this year, but I’m now leaning towards a more simplified one because I know I’m stretched too thin. Getting caught up with life is going to take a while.
Band Boosters are chugging along without me. Sigh. I mean, it’s what you want to happen, and they are all exceedingly capable women, so everything is good. I’m just sad that I’m not there with them. I get extremely bummed out about missing out on it all, but so very thankful that they’re handling everything just fine.
Top priorities this week:
- Complete 2 walks a day, with 10 Stretchy Calf Raises at the end of each of the walks
- Wipe kitchen surfaces after breakfast each day
- Clean up 10 things in craft room each day
- Spend 10 minutes clearing off office desk each day
- Spend 30 minutes doing Christmas knitting each day
- Finish 1 penguin block by the end of Sunday
- Fold and put away 1 load of laundry each day
So that’s me. Just trying to get up and moving again. There’s a lot of hope and a little bit of budding excitement that this surgery may have drastically improved my quality of life, given that my back doesn’t hurt anything like it used to and I’ve now gone a full four weeks without a pain flare-up. I just need to be careful with my recovery and find that delicate balance between enough rest and enough activity. Patience, patience…