These instructions, although quite appealing, are rarely ever heeded in "Lisa World". With my full-time job as a communications manager for a home health agency, coupled with my full-time mom and wife duties, I simply do not know how to take time to - as the old cliche goes - stop and smell the roses.
It seems there is always something to be done. Never mind the never-ending flow of soiled clothes and dirty dishes, we are also talking about vacuuming, taking out the trash and recycling, changing the cat litter, carrying things upstairs, bringing different things downstairs, going food shopping, putting food away, cooking dinner, making lunch, and driving my 16-year old daughter Melissa here, there, and everywhere.
It took a major life-changing event for me to force myself to sit.... and stay put!
It took major surgery.
Following a series of misdiagnoses and failed treatments by more physicians than one can imagine, I found a urogynecologist (a surgeon who specializes in urology and gynecology) who correctly identified my problems. The discovery of this wonderful doctor gave cause for celebration in my household, for I could now, finally, attribute my pain to an actual, very real condition - uterine and pelvic organ prolapse.
Thanks to a number of non-surgical interventions over the past four years, the pain subsided.
For a while.
But it came back.
In all of its sinister glory.
Although the prospect of major surgery did not send me jumping for joy, after careful consideration, my husband Bob and I decided it would be the best option.
Repair the prolapse - relieve the pain. (Hopefully)
Today, I am five days post-op, and..... I. Do. Not. Like. Sitting. Still.
However, if I am going to recover, I know I must.
The laundry? The dishes? My wonderful Melissa will rise to the occasion.
Getting me everything I need and showing me more love than I think I deserve? My husband Bob, who has truly earned the title of greatest man alive.
What's more, each day I am greeting by the thoughtful well wishes of family and friends who have sent cards, food, and flowers to help me feel just a wee bit better.
So I will read. I will watch TV. I will blog. I will sleep. Anything that requires minimal movement, if that's what I have to do to get back on my feet on the full road to recovery.
|What do you mean I have to stay in bed and REST!?|
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