Just five days left of my ‘normal’ life left, and then… we’ll see. I think some of the trepidation is based on wondering if I’ll be able to look after myself properly and not forget to do essential things, like drink constantly, and even *eat* if the urge has disappeared as much as I’m told it will.
So what am I expecting to happen after the surgery? Well for a start let’s look at what I *don’t* expect. I don’t expect my depression to be raised instantly, nor do I expect all my other physical issues to resolve immediately. My hips will still hurt, as will my knees and shoulders. The psychological issues won’t resolve either. So, if I don’t expect any of this, what’s the point of it all?
Well, currently I’m finding it harder and harder to do anything. Even tying shoelaces has become a painful exercise because my gut makes it all bar impossible to reach down there. The weight I’m carrying around is making life very uncomfortable so I’m hoping that I’ll lose weight to the extent things that are currently out of reach (and not just shoelaces) will become accessible once more. I expect the weight to be lifted off my joints etc and to be more physically capable. To dig in the garden maybe, to be able to clean the house properly again. To be able to bend and kneel to access lower cupboards. some of which I’ve not seen the back of in years! Over the next year, I hope to be able to fit into reasonable-sized clothes. So much to look forward to.
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