My last few days in LA, the week 2 fatigue started to hit. I felt like I’d been tranq darted, and sat down every chance I got. I knew this was coming, but I didn’t expect it to hit this hard. I still pushed myself to stay mobile because I knew my legs would swell on the flight home. So, anything I could do to push out some fluid ahead of the flight would help.
Thanks to my amazing nurse, Maggie, I was able to travel home on Wednesday afternoon. I can’t begin to describe to you how amazing this woman is, and how she cared for me like I was family. I could not have asked for better nurses…loving, caring, gentle, kind, compassionate, and selfless. They each gave me what I needed to get through surgery and the hardest parts of recovery. I am eternally grateful for each and every one of them because they are angels on earth and an answered prayer.
Before heading home, I took one final stroll through the neighborhood. This was such a great place to recover! The neighborhood is peaceful and perfect for afternoon and evening strolls. There were plenty of food and grocery options near by, and the apartment itself had everything I needed for a laid back and stress free recovery.
With that being said, there is absolutely no place like home. Pulling up to my house and seeing my parents waiting for me was a feeling I’d waited for since I’d left for LA. Even though I still couldn’t take a proper shower (legit the worst part of my recovery), having my mom help me bird bath it in my bathroom was the next best thing. I don’t know how moms do what they do, but there are few things in this world that can rival the love and care of a mom, especially mine. Dads and brothers are amazing as well, and I have the best.
I also walked in to a beautiful sight…a house filled with beautiful flower arrangements from my amazing friends. A house filled with hugs and a reminder that I have been and am surrounded by an abundance of love and care. I am of the firm belief that healing and recovery is accelerated when in an environment of unconditional love and support. Shout out to my friends who made sure I could feel and see their love and support. It means the world to me ❤️
For the next few weeks, I’m essentially a newborn…eat, sleep, change compression, repeat. Weeks 2 and 3, the fatigue hits, and I need to take it easy while my body continues to heal. Almost all the incisions are healing quicker than anticipated. Even the slacker 4th drain incision is behaving. Hopefully, it completely closes soon. That’s the only thing standing between me and a proper shower.
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