Day 4

Day two of working from my bed and day four since I broke my ankle. 

The pain is mostly manageable. I slept better than I thought I would last night - I was in bed and fell asleep quite early (9:30ish) and slept most of the night. I was up maybe around 1:00 for an hour or so (read some blogs) and then again around 4:00. I wasn't really up because of pain; more that it gets awkward only being able to sleep on my back. My pain levels seem to be greatly reduced at night. I learned the hard way this morning that they come back quickly. I got up to go to the bathroom about five hours since taking my last meds and the feeling of the pressure flooding into my foot was quite overwhelming. I was concerned that I might be bleeding from one of my incisions, but if it was it was nothing severe enough to seep through (which I was told was when I would need to worry/go back to the ortho clinic).

I'm not feeling as dehydrated now, which is good. Post-surgery I felt like I couldn't get enough liquids into me. I think the meds give me a bit of dry mouth, but I at least felt mostly human today. Appetite is not back yet, but I think I've eaten more than yesterday at least.

Getting food prepared is actually what I discovered is super annoying today. Actually there's the challenge of preparing food, and then there's the challenge of moving it somewhere to eat it. I asked Mar to help me put my meals in ziplocks and then I can leave that in the fridge in a bag so it's at least transportable for me out to the living room. Even something super simple like cooking up some ground chicken with spices seems arduous because I'd have to stand there the whole time propped up on my crutches (not to mention trying to reach in the cupboards for spices!). 

I feel like I mostly have my wits about me, but the meds definitely do fatigue me/leave me a little bit lightheaded sometimes. 

I spoke to my boss today and I'm not going to wind up going to our AGM this week-end. It was actually after I was telling him about the blood rushing to my foot/feeling like it was bleeding that he was like "yeah, you're not coming". It's probably the best decision and hopefully no one looks down on me for it.