Surgery - How I Ended Up Doing Nothing and Hating It

Long ago, in a place about as far away as I can throw heavy objects, I was healthy.  Aside from allergies and asthma.  Oh, and yearly sinus infections.  I never caught anything, so I could take care of anyone.  I never got injured playing sports; mainly because I didn't play them.  I was reasonably strong; I could open just about any jar.  Yes, I was the picture of health.  At 210Lbs. and 5'5" tall, I was the envy of everyone around me.

Then came the diagnosis, the years of treatment, and finally, The Surgery.  If you ever want to feel completely useless, go have a surgery that puts you on a lifting restriction of 20Lbs or less, and has a recovery time measured in months (plural).  Suddenly you realize just how much you cant do.  Sure, it seems like a good idea before hand; "Hooray, I don't have to lift, or carry, or stress for a while."  But then, you start to realize just how important to you it was to do the things you can not do anymore.  Anyone ever try to get all the groceries out of the car in one trip?  No more!  Think you can go haul a bunch of stuff around? Nope!  Surely, I can hold my daughter and carry her around, right?  Hold up there!  (Luckily my release instructions were lenient enough to allow me to hold my daughter, but the original guess from the nurses was not.)  Everything I didn't even realize I was doing for myself, or someone else, came up to taunt me.

After your surgery, you will spend so much time not doing anything useful that you will start to dream about doing housework and lifting heavy objects.  The first time you dream about lifting the Mack Truck that your couch sits on in the living room with one hand, so you can vacuum under it with the other, you will sit right up in bed, regret this immediately, and your brain will try to figure out just what the hell is going on.

As time goes on, you will begin to feel better and you will be tempted to push these limits.
Do Not Do It!

You have a relationship, a family, a child, or someone else who needs you.  While you might complete the task, you now have a responsibility to think about what happens if something goes wrong while you are trying.  In my case, were I to be injured, my wife and daughter would be having to worry about a lot of stuff since I am the primary income source (not to be confused with the person doing the most work, I am still positive she wins on that one).

So moral of the story:
Recovery sucks, but deal with it because your relationship is worth it, and you need to be healthy to be the best partner you can.


Afterword:
Special thanks to my wife and daughter who help me stay within my limits.  I may be mostly useless now, but I can still make you coffee tomorrow morning.