My microdiscectomy surgery is Friday. I've read about the procedure, but I'm electing to turn off my autodidact powers, stopping short of watching an actual video of the procedure. I'm a visual person. If I see it, I'm worried it will amplify my anxiety. When I'm rid of all this pain, maybe then I'll watch it and think, wow, they did that to my back!
I frankly have no idea how people with a herniated disc can NOT have this procedure. I have visited depths of pain that have made me scream drastic things. I have to pop in an oxycodone every 4 hours instead of 6-8 to keep my tears from flowing. (I have my neurosurgeon's approval for this dosage.)
My favorite position is laying in bed, ice pack on my lower spine, pillows under my knees and at my sides. After some time however, I have to get up and move or the leg pain becomes unbearable. For some reason, slowly walking, shuffling my feet is the most comfortable I can make my body. Unfortunately, I'm not a sleep walker and my feet usually demand a rest at some point.
I've been told once the exploded jelly like disc material is cleared away and my nerve can position itself back where it was designed to be, my leg pain should disappear and hopefully my foot and lower calf will come back to life. I've been walking on pins and needles in my right foot for weeks now.
My neurosurgeon has warned I will still feel quite a bit of pain in my lower back but that should go away with time as I heal from the procedure. The nerve damage may take some time to heal, but he's confident it will heal since I'm having this procedure done sooner rather than later. He expects me to be walking 3 miles a day by spring.
I'm looking forward to being able to recover. Right now, I must be extra cautious I don't damage myself further. Its very difficult to remember I shouldn't be lifting anything heavier than 1 pound and I shouldn't bend over at all. Of course, my body reminds me sharply when I forget.
My poor puppy Rigby doesn't understand why we don't go for walks anymore. I'm grateful the rest of my family is able to walk and play with him, but he sadly looks up at me as if to say, "Don't you love me? Why won't you play with me?" I will be so happy to be able to walk him once again.
You take for granted how often you need to bend to pick something up. I've needed soap on a rope more than once this past week. Rigby has enjoyed many culinary delights he otherwise wouldn't have as I have dropped food and not been able to pick it up before he munched it.
Although I've mastered dressing myself, I can't put my right sock on. I'm sure my boys are growing weary of having me stick my foot in their face, asking for help. I'm looking forward to being able to take care of myself on my own.
My husband and family I'm sure have a new appreciation for the time it takes to take care of housekeeping,shopping and meal preparations. I'm grateful they have been able to do everything I can't, but I still hate having to burden them with my share of daily living chores. I will gladly vacuum the floor once I'm able to again.
My husband has been sick, yet he continues to put in extra time at the office so he can take off for my surgery. I want to be well so I can take care of him, instead of him always having to take care of me. I miss being able to be the wife he deserves.
I'm expecting recovery to be painful, but hopefully it will be a productive pain that eventually diminishes. I'm hoping physical therapy will teach me how I can strengthen my body to prevent my other bulging discs from herniating. I've had other people, including my neurosurgeon, tell me they've had multiple back surgeries, but I don't want this to be me. Once is more than enough!
When I allowed the pain to depress me, I'd have thoughts like - remember when I climbed up the cargo net in the Dirty Girl Race? I couldn't do that now. Will I ever be able to do it again? Look at those people dancing, running, driving, shopping, laughing, etc. Will I ever be able to enjoy life again like them?
I've learned how being able to be active and mobile, being able to take care of yourself and others, is where life's joy is found. I'm craving it back so badly!
I'm choosing to push the depression aside, believing instead this procedure will free me. I will focus on recovery, not on the risks. I will remember my gratitude and when able, share and serve with others to the best of my ability.
Bring on Friday, put me under, stick those instruments into my spine and get me moving again! I don't want to lose out on life any longer than I have to.
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