drinking plenty of fluids
I woke up this morning not feeling my best. Yesterday morning too. Just kind of dizzy and a little nauseated and not hungry at all. I get really bummed out by this, because I am expecting that after surgery, every day I will feel better. And the fact that I'm not really pisses me off! So this morning I tried to shake it off and did a little yoga-stretching (legs) and some self-PT with my bad arm. Then I went to look at the scar, which I've sort of been avoiding doing, and it's all red around it. I took my temp and it was 99.6. Mom was here, thought the redness was 'prickly heat' and made me call Dr. Tchou immediately. She was not concerned and just said to monitor it, and she would call back in the morning to see how it was doing.
In the meantime, Mom took advantage of my low energy and inability to fight back and methodically went through my dressers and closet. She would empty a drawer out onto the bed, hold up an item, I would give it a thumbs up or down, and it would either go into trash heap or get meticulously folded and placed back into the drawer. Socks are now all color-coordinated. Shirts are now arranged by type (and color). The closet is separated into pants, shirts, skirts, dresses, etc. She could not have been happier. I am so glad that I was able to make her happy! I am happy too, because I am such a slob and it's nice, even for a fleeting moment, to pretend that I am a neat freak.
The reorganization and neatening-up lasted until about 4, and the whole time I was feeling kind of blah; mostly I was just worried that it was something bad. The home-care nurse got here around 4:30, and she absolutely ADORES Nikita, which is the greatest thing. And even greater, as Mom predicted, the nurse declared that the redness is indeed heat rash, combined with general skin irritation from stuff they used in surgery. Oh, funny story: yesterday, I was sitting next to Jason and smelled something icky. Trying to be nice, I said, Baby, do your feet maybe smell a little? Since Jason is the sweetest guy ever, he indulged me and smelled his feet, and let me smell them. They were fine. I thought, maybe it's my feet? Nope. Maybe Nikita? Nope. Meanwhile, Jason, discovering that he could use a little deodorant, went upstairs to take care of that, while I took a whiff under my own arm. Guilty. Damn. Smells like wet bandaid. It's the steri-tabs, and there's nuthin' I can do about it. I feel really bad that I tried to blame Jason and Nikita, but I am taking full responsibility for it now. The nurse said that it happens -- especially in the summer heat -- and now I have to wait until July 8 to get them out. Waah.
Anyway, the nurse also said that I need to drink more water, that that will help with the dizziness. I am a good girl and I do what I'm told, so I am drinking water like it's going out of style! And guess what? I am feeling better (even though I still smell).
In the meantime, Mom took advantage of my low energy and inability to fight back and methodically went through my dressers and closet. She would empty a drawer out onto the bed, hold up an item, I would give it a thumbs up or down, and it would either go into trash heap or get meticulously folded and placed back into the drawer. Socks are now all color-coordinated. Shirts are now arranged by type (and color). The closet is separated into pants, shirts, skirts, dresses, etc. She could not have been happier. I am so glad that I was able to make her happy! I am happy too, because I am such a slob and it's nice, even for a fleeting moment, to pretend that I am a neat freak.
The reorganization and neatening-up lasted until about 4, and the whole time I was feeling kind of blah; mostly I was just worried that it was something bad. The home-care nurse got here around 4:30, and she absolutely ADORES Nikita, which is the greatest thing. And even greater, as Mom predicted, the nurse declared that the redness is indeed heat rash, combined with general skin irritation from stuff they used in surgery. Oh, funny story: yesterday, I was sitting next to Jason and smelled something icky. Trying to be nice, I said, Baby, do your feet maybe smell a little? Since Jason is the sweetest guy ever, he indulged me and smelled his feet, and let me smell them. They were fine. I thought, maybe it's my feet? Nope. Maybe Nikita? Nope. Meanwhile, Jason, discovering that he could use a little deodorant, went upstairs to take care of that, while I took a whiff under my own arm. Guilty. Damn. Smells like wet bandaid. It's the steri-tabs, and there's nuthin' I can do about it. I feel really bad that I tried to blame Jason and Nikita, but I am taking full responsibility for it now. The nurse said that it happens -- especially in the summer heat -- and now I have to wait until July 8 to get them out. Waah.
Anyway, the nurse also said that I need to drink more water, that that will help with the dizziness. I am a good girl and I do what I'm told, so I am drinking water like it's going out of style! And guess what? I am feeling better (even though I still smell).
posted by Rachel Troxell at 6:30 PM
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