First Night Out Post Op

I’ve been struggling to pick myself up. I’ve been feeling pretty disappointed and to be honest on a bit of a downer. I don’t cope very well with illness/sickness – give me hip pain any day….well you know what I mean?!

With hip pain it doesn’t affect my energy as much or my love of food.  I can still watch tv (too much probably) and eat food (yehp, too much too) or read a book, at least I feel like I’m doing something productive.

But having a tummy bug and being unable to eat, whilst feeling horrific; I found hard to deal with. But I tried to use my time wisely as I have a very important event to go to with my Boyfriend on Saturday. It’s really important to show him support but also it will be my first night out post op and I’m looking forward to getting dressed up and letting my hair down.

By the time I felt well enough to leave the house, I didn’t have a great amount of time to find an outfit amongst other things. I’ve known about this event for a good few months. And wanted to feel comfortable in what I was going to wear plus I just wanted to feel good and enjoy the moment.

I spent hours online looking for the right dress but never found anything that was the right size, shape or within budget. This resulted in me having to go dress shopping right after work on the Wednesday it took me almost 3.5 hours and I came home with nothing.

I knew that I had to be careful not to over do it as a days work is enough for me. But I just wanted things to go to plan – Thursday I had my hair and eyebrows appointment after work and by Friday I still had no outfit and was at my wits end. I was so tired and sore but decided to push myself one last time. And I found it….the perfect dress I mean!

But between all the excitement of finding, trying on and buying the perfect dress. I forgot to take a break, take some painkillers and maybe find somewhere to sit down. Do you know where this is going?!!?

It was 7pm Friday night when I finally left Debenhams. I could barely walk, feet felt like they were on fire and I felt like I was using every last ounce of strength and energy to walk to where my boyfriend was picking me up. Although in pain, (I thought from walking too much) nothing could ruin my mood.

Friday night I was meant to shower, shave, wash hair etc and try on outfit. Let’s be honest, I hobbled in to flat, put pyjamas on, had dinner and rested. I won’t lie; I was in pain.

Saturday has arrived, I have outfit in hand but when I got up I could barely walk and was in so much pain. At this point, my boyfriend pointed out that I would probably tire myself out just by getting ready. So….you guessed it right! After all the running about – Saturday was spent doped up on painkillers, bed resting and feeling sorry for myself.

Lesson learned – pace yourself!

Until next time.

 

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