As some of you know I went through an uncomfortable bout of post op depression a few weeks ago. My episode was mild compared to some here who's experiences have been crippling to put it mildly. But I'm happy to say that life is certainly returning to normal.
As of tomorrow I'll be two months post op and today I'm pain free. I can't tell you how great that feeling is. I know this is kinda yucky but there was virtually no discharge on my pad this morning, just a tiny stain which again lifted my spirits. I know I know I'm a little crazy but I examined my pad pretty closely every time I changed it to see if there was any signs that things weren't as they were supposed to be.
This week I started to work full days and I have to say that although I didn't do anything strenous I still felt like I was dragged through the wringer at the end of the day. So yesterday was Friday - yahoo - and I decided that I would try going out to my favorite bar. I needed to get out, put on my dancing cloths, and get out and do some dancing, as the cabin fever was starting to drive me nuts, and with Gill in Colorado Springs, I was on my own. I didn't exactly expect to do any dancing as I thought that would be pushing things a little but I did want to be out and about.
So I put on the new red top that I had brought last year to wear on New Years eve, thinking that I would be out dancing 3 weeks post op, silly girl, black skirt, black jacket and boots and it was off for supper. I have to tell you it felt good to be out. I didn't have anything fancy to eat, just a chicken club sandwich, yum. I was feeling a little sore but nothing I couldn't handle and after supper I walked to the club.
Jeez it was like old home week, the girls behind the bar seemed really happy to see me (or my money
) and I found a spot at the bar and plonked down my butt. So far so good. The club began to fill and several folks who know me came over telling me how good it was to see me and wanting to know where the heck I had been. I just told them that I had been in hospital for a couple of week and that recovery had been longer than I thought
well it was true, I just didn't tell them why I was in hospital.
Richard came in (the guy who dumped me last year) and as soon as he saw me he waved and came over to chat (yes we're still friends) it was really nice and he was still all over me the little devil. The band started up, and it wasn't long before I was being asked to dance and it seems as though that is when the pain melted away. Being the silly girl that I am I was in and out of the "Ladies" all night checking things out down there to make sure that I had done anything by dancing and of course nothing had happened.
I had only intended to have been out no longer than 10 PM but it was 1 AM when I finally decided to head for home. It was a great night, no pain, lots of dancing, lots of old friends and acquaintances, and when I woke this morning I was still pain free. Yep there is life after SRS, and I'M BACK.
Steph
