I actually slept last night.
Apparently my biggest recovery task at first was just overcoming the hindrance of the current crop of pain killers use in hospitals. There was so much wrong with that, my body just couldn’t get on with the work of rebuilding. So once I got over the hampering effects of Tylenol-3, I had to allow my stomach to return to normal so the food could be used for healing. I started eating normal food about mid-afternoon yesterday.
That gave my body permission to start the work in earnest, which must of necessity be painful. It was a different kind of pain than post-surgery, because this pain was the noise from rebuilding, not just closing up wounds. Yesterday was also the first day I was awake during most of normal daylight hours. Bedtime didn’t work as planned.
First, another episode of tachycardia hit. That in itself is not a threat, but a lingering signal of what could have been a threat. This is the first time in my memory that it tapered off a bit before ending. But it made me flushed and hot. I did eventually fall asleep but the bed is simply the wrong angle for my hip, which woke me up “on fire” after just an hour or so. I moved myself back to the battered recliner and took some Ibuprofen (currently the least dangerous stuff I have).
Then I slept hard, waking only once in the night after breaking into a sweat. So I am facing the day rested and ready to see if I can actually spend some time thinking and producing something useful.
