Starting to feel a little more human and self sufficient today. I am washing my own hair and clearing the fluid from the “Jackson Pratt” drains protruding from under my armpits myself (wtf, sorry, but this is the worst part right now, the look and feel of these drains is so off-the-charts gross. OK, I think this will be my last mention of these drains until they come out).
I also took a walk around the block with Andrea and Ty today. It was the first real walk I have taken outside since surgery. I felt a little like Edward Scissorhands with my arms hanging off to the sides in an awkward dangling motion. My brother said my body language looks like I am ready to challenge anyone I see to a fight, “Are you lookin’ at me? You want a piece of this? Let’s go!”
I have decided I am going to try to get some one-on-one sessions with a physical therapist/yoga instructor when I am well enough. I want to learn how to stretch and align my posture with my new body (they moved my chest muscles during surgery, so everything feels off). I also want to make a resolution to make more of a commitment to yoga and meditation. Namaste.