Shake their hand

I'm 3 days post surgery & I can officially say I want to shake the hand of any woman that has been put on extended bed rest; any woman that has a debilitating illness but carries on through the pain; any woman that has children while coping with pain; the list goes on.  I have already let stubbornness rule me & got up yesterday to dust my bedroom and livingroom & wash my bedding - I accidently bumped my foot & once the pain started to effect my vision, I quickly crawled back in bed, where I will stay. No boredom is worth that kind of pain.  I'm already having a difficult time trying to control the pain, stubbornness is only making that challenge more of a battle.  Luckily, I haven't had many distractions after the surgery ... our boys have been with my parents, because Mom knew it would be hard on them to see me in pain.  I am very grateful they were not here when my foot finally woke up - that was some very real pain.  It started off with sharp shooting pains radiating up my leg, then it started to feel like my foot was in a vice & someone was putting a lit match to it in multiple spots at one time.  I was not prepared for those sensations.  I often internalize my pain, but Saturday, I did not ... I was vocal, in a classic calm way - avoided all the ugly words that came to mind... but I was certainly not yelling, just not keeping the pain to myself.  I'd put the pain up against childbirth ... although, I never have experienced true childbirth because I went the route of epidural with both boys.  However, I can honestly say I've never felt discomfort quite like this - just call me a woosie!! I am not able to sleep well & I'm looking around my bedroom thinking about everything I wish I could get done, but can't.  These are the things that make me struggle - the inability to accept the fact I can't do diddly-squat right now.  I took a bath yesterday & got out of bed to eat supper that was cooked & brought over by my Mom-in-law (delish! Some good soul food!) - just with that little bit of moving sent my pain into overdrive.  Now granted, it could have also been an added stressor because I had been up earlier in the day (remember, stubborn me wanted to clean) ... but let me just say, ignoring the fact I'm in pain doesn't work with this injury.  It's very real & very loud about how real it is.  (Shake #6: When doc says stay off your feet, stay off of them - they really do know what their talking about) So I will face another true test today ... my boys are coming home!!!!  I am so ready to see them.  My currently quiet house will be full of excitement & fun, & probably a bit chaotic too.  My sweet husband has been very attentive & has surpassed every expectation I had as far as Nurse Hubby went, but now he'll have to juggle me & the boys.  Luckily, my Mom will be around for a while to help out ... but I'd be lying if I didn't say I was worried about how he'll cope with all of the "excitement". =) I just giggled a little bit thinking about it.  That's evil of me isn't it? He owns his own business, of course he can run this house ... but orchestrating a team of grown men & orchestrating a couple of wild boys & a stubborn wife while her mother is in town, are vastly different.  One thing about it, we'll either survive this & be much stronger or we'll tank this & wind up in the middle of WW III.  Only time will tell.  As for now, I'm going to put down this blog & try to get some shut eye (HA! I laugh) ... my Mom is on her way with my boys & I am so ready to see them, but this mama needs a snooze before the reality strikes.  Until next time, pray for my husband ... after this, I'll want to shake HIS hand.