The Diary of a Girl on Bedrest, almost concluded.

Dear Diary,  I did it. I broke out of bed and adventured into the great big world…okay, just the back porch, but STILL! It felt badass. You know, because I was supposed to be in bed and I wasn't. sigh. let's face it, that's about the extent of my rebellious behavior. But hey! I'm hoping my 'perfect patient' routine will allow me to get back on both legs sooner rather than later. Anyway…the days of being stuck under the covers are dwindling, thank goodness. I'm pretty sure I'll leave a permanent butt print in this mattress. Too much? Nah. The best thing that happened today - I managed to shave my legs. I feel like a whole new person. #daymade 

Pain: not as bad as it once was Mood: euphoric (that might be the drugs) Countdown: 7 days left! 

 

Dear Diary, 

Nothing exciting happened today, as evidenced by the morose photograph. I have yet to sleep through the night and I'm not quite sure why, although I have a few theories. One. My body says, "I didn't do anything all day and now you want me to sleep!? No thanks." Come to think of it, that's the only theory I have. My restless nights also give me the perfect excuse to take 3 or 4 naps throughout a day. So, there's that. I'm starting to worry that when I break out of here I'll have a hard time breaking my napping habit. And unless you're one of those fortunate souls who works at Google, napping on the job is looked down upon…maybe also kindergarten teachers. Do they get to nap? 

5 DAYS! But I'm going to be honest with you, I'm a little fearful that I'm building this countdown up in my head only to go to the doctors and have him say, "things are healing nicely. you're no longer restricted to bed rest buuuuut use your crutches for the next 6-8 weeks and sit down, elevate and ice whenever possible to avoid inflammation." Tell me, how is that any better than my current predicament!? I guess that means I could crutch around the neighborhood if I wanted to. That's what a real fitness advocate would do. More on that point - I've had multiple people ask me if I'm curling dumbbells in bed. The answer: heck no! My body said "rest" and I shut out that voice. Then my body screamed for "REST" and I still ignored the nagging. Finally, my body said, "screw you! I'm dropping down right here because I need REST dammit!" So…I'm listening this time and using these moments to give my body exactly what it needs - time off from exercise for rehabilitation. 

Pain: minimal Mood: sardonic Countdown: 5 days 

Dear Diary, 

I'm getting tired of taking pictures of myself so I'm sure that means you're beyond tired of seeing them. I tried to mix things up by taking half of a picture this morning. Notice the bedhead. Mornings are the worst for me, which is a new feeling because, I consider myself to be a morning person. But, for a second, in the few moments between sleeping and waking I'm so lost in my dream state that I completely forget about my mobility situation. Then, I wake up, yawn, stretch and go to swing my legs out of bed when I remember….oh, right. I can't do that. First of all, these hips don't currently swing…not that they ever did but, you get the idea. Second, what's the point of getting out of bed only to get back in? There's only one acceptable answer to that question: Breakfast. Because despite my lack of physical activity my body still wants to eat. All. The. Time. I justify this by telling myself that healing burns a lot of calories. Just go with it. 

Yesterday I almost felt like a real person! I spent my afternoon outside; under the sun, enjoyed dinner from the grill, and decorated Easter eggs with a couple of my favorite people. It was probably the most fun I've had in…well, 15 days. I hadn't dyed eggs in years, so the experience was an uplifting one. I'm just as creatively brilliant as I was when I was in the 5th grade. 

Pain: Nope. I currently have none. Mood: Groggy (but it's only 8am) Countdown: 3 days

Eat well. Live well. Be well.