I have been out of sorts after my surgery. Hysterectomy with complications. The uterus needed to come out but apparently it wanted to take the bladder with it. I was in the hospital for 5 days after that surgery and I can now say that I didn’t know what I was in for.
I went home with the catheter in. (not pleasant, in fact quite painful)
I think the hardest thing about recovery is the feeling that you want to do things but can’t. Want to go shopping, hiking, camping all those ings that you do from day to day. On days that you try something you end up “doing too much” start to hurt then go home and lay it back down. The trick is to do things but not “Too much” but how do you know it’s too much if you haven’t done it. Well I am glad that I am back mostly to life. I still can’t excessive “too much” but I want to so I don’t gain the 20 lbs I lost since the surgery back. I’m just going to say that the Dr. took 20 pounds of stuff out so it won’t grow back.
all i can say is that recovery was tough. I had all kinds of infections from thrush to UTI. It is now 68 days later and i am back at work. I still get a little tired and achy but nothing that Ibuprofen can’t handle.
We have planned a camping trip in the next 4 weeks so i am looking forward to that. You know we can’t stay out of the wilderness for long. I will post about the camping trip later.
Have a great day!
Still recuperating from surgery.
Sometimes the smallest mistakes seem so huge. I am the Receptionist for a large company. I try really hard to stay on point and have everything anyone needs. But today I made a mistake.
A visitor came in for an appointment 25 minutes early. Usually this is no problem I just call the person and let them know that their visitor is here a little early. If they are available they will move up the time of the meeting. However, the person that she was coming to see is busy sometimes so I write down her name and decide to wait till 5 minutes before the appointment to call her. (Bad idea)
Here is where the problem comes in. My desk was very busy for a while, which is normal, and I look up and see the woman still sitting quietly across the room. She looked up at me and I looked at her. I got up and got her some water and asked who she was waiting for (I forgot). She told me and I went back to my desk to call (again) for her but then I remembered that I hadn’t called at all yet. I didn’t get an answer and at that time I notice it is actually 11:30am her appointment was scheduled for 10:30 am.
Where did the hour and a half go? It seems like it can only have been 15 minutes since she checked in but the clock isn’t lying. So now I have to go to the busy person and tell her that her visitor has been sitting in the lobby for more than an hour and not only was she here on time but she sat there…. Waiting…. and I forgot to call for her. She was understandably pissed. She didn’t speak to me later.
I still don’t know what happened to the hour and I can’t help but wonder why the visitor would wait for an hour past the time of her appointment without saying anything.
I felt pretty bad when that happened. The lady was quiet and didn’t say a word. She was all nice and quiet and patient and what did it get her? Late. If she had been all loud and fussy she would have been on time. There is a saying that “The squeaky wheel gets the oil.” In this case that is true. But you have to be careful because there is a line not to be crossed where the squeaky wheel just gets replaced.
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