tuesday tip — know your limits.

Hey! Remember me? That girl who used to write this self-love blog thing and then took a vacation to Chicago and consequently fell off the face of the planet?

I’m baaaack!

Back and broken, that is. We flew back home to Florida on Saturday, September 10th, and at 6:15 AM on Monday, September 12th, I was taken to the hospital to (finally!) have ACL reconstruction surgery. If that seems a bit crazy to you, to go on a week long vacation in another state and then fly back to IMMEDIATELY have surgery, you’re right. It is crazy. Looking back, I probably would have given myself more turnover time than just a day, but alas. It is done and over with.

Dan snapped this goody of me right before I was wheeled to the operating room.

Had I known that knee surgery is actually a pretty painful and debilitating, I probably would have said, “See y’all in TWO weeks” rather than one. But. I didn’t say that. I said I’d see you in a week. And since I don’t go back on my word, here I am, doped up on hydrocordone and benadryl (the painkillers make me itch like a madwoman) and blogging my life away. Woo! So here’s what I’ve been up to the past 48 hours.

Monday morning, right after that picture was taken, the nurses started sending saline solution into my body via the IV. I specifically asked them if I was being put under yet, because if I was, I wanted to shout my “anesthesia yell.” (This, I learned from my friend Zack, is a random and probably puzzling phrase one consciously yells as they are slipping into oblivion. I had chosen, “Steve Holt!” because Arrested Development needs to come back and I figured my anesthesia yell could get the ball rolling on that.) The nurses told me they weren’t giving me anesthesia yet, so I said, “Good, because I’m supposed to say something stupid.”

Well. The nurses lied to me, because the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room.

Dang it, I realized. “I’m supposed to say something stupid” was ACTUALLY my anesthesia yell. How embarrassing.

At any rate, the next two days I called Hospital Room 610 my home. I slipped in and out of consciousness as the morphine drip swam through my veins. During the moments I was awake, I realized that I was completely and utterly dependent on others — the nurses, my mom, my husband — and I felt too vulnerable. Too weak. I felt like a burden, a big, helpless lump who was sucking life out of all those who set foot into my hospital room. I felt so bad for everyone around me (and I won’t even go into detail about what it feels like to have to use a bedpan and watch a sweet, pretty, kind nurse dump it out and clean you up. Mortifying.)

This morning, around 10:45AM, the physical therapy tech came into my room to show me the rehab exercises I needed to do each day in order to learn how to move around on my own again. We started small with me flexing and pointing my foot thirty times. Then, I slowly bent and straightened my knee thirty times. Then, I strained as I lifted my entire leg up into the air thirty times. Each exercise I was shown was more difficult (and painful) than the one before it, but before I knew it, I was limping down the hospital hallways and even climbing stairs. As I hobbled back into my hospital room after my physical therapy session, the tech turned to me and said, “Okay. You’re ready to go home now.”

“Wait,” I said. “I’m going to use the bathroom first!”

And I did. I used the bathroom all by myself for the first time in days. It was hard. It hurt a bit. But I was finally able to do it.

TODAY’S SELF-LOVE TIP: KNOW YOUR LIMITS

I couldn’t have done that myself. No way, no how. I had to surrender to my limits and rely on those around me.

If I would have hopped right out of bed (yeah right) and started jogging down the hall on my own, I would have seriously injured myself. (Or died. I’m just going to go ahead and say I would have died.) I had to swallow a giant dose of pride and let others take the lead on my physical health. I had to let nurses help me as I peed all over myself in my hospital bed, then clutch my PT tech as I limped down the hall before I could do something so elementary as using the bathroom by myself.  I had to literally lean on others who actually knew what they were doing before I could go home and face the world on my own using the techniques they had taught me.

Your self-love journey operates in the same way. When the anesthesia wears off and you realize that your “anesthesia yell” was something so embarrassing as, “I hate my body,” or “I wish I was someone else,” you’ve got to swallow your pride and learn to rely on others who love you and want to nurse you back to true health. These people may be close friends. They may be counselors. But whomever you choose to reach out to, as long as they’ve got your self-worth in the forefront of their minds, you can trust them to rehabilitate you. It may be messy — you may figuratively pee on yourself around them. You may have to hold on to them for dear life as you learn to walk again. But I promise you. If you let others help you, you will eventually be able to “go to the bathroom by yourself” (that is, truly love yourself) the way you used to before anyone — the media, an abusive significant other, whatever — told you otherwise.

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2 responses to “tuesday tip — know your limits.

  1. Heather

    I’m so glad everything went well! And glad to have your blog to read again :)

    STEVE HOLT!

  2. Amanda

    I’m glad you’re home recovering! Surgery can be a very humbling experience for anyone! It’s hard to feel so helpless and to have to fully rely on others for even something as basic as going to the bathroom! It took a lot of convincing for me to realize that those I felt like I was a burdon to were actually more than willing to be there for me and they don’t see it as anything more than loving you and taking care of you! Hope you heal fast and aren’t in a lot of pain!

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