I began my Jantastic challenge with gusto, I knew I could fit in at least 30 mins each day without too much hassle even with an impending operation. However my operation date came through with only 10 days notice, which shook me a bit as I was told I would have 3 weeks notice. The advantage was that at least it would be at my local hospital rather than the main ones in Leeds. I managed to get some running and cycling in before I went into hospital as I knew that I would be out of action for at least 48hrs. I thought it was amusing when I was told at my pre-med that I would be given a 2 week sick note. I was in hospital on the Friday and wouldn't need to be back in until Tuesday, plenty of time. Well after the first 4 days I knew I was in no fit state to go in to work, by the end of this week I really felt like I should have taken the sick note. It amazes me that what I thought was something simple and routine turned out a bit different for me, as is usually the bloody case. This was meant to be my final appointment to try and work out if the cancer marker was coming from my womb. This started straight away with what was supposed to be a 20min operation turning into an hour. However I was feeling fine when I came round not in any pain as I was told I would feel, so I was well happy. Apart from feeling a bit wobbly and sleepy I was discharged with the promise to rest up. This is one of the more difficult things, when I feel fine it's hard to understand why I needed to rest, but I did rest more than normal. The following morning the pain began, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. My whole torso from my neck to hips was reducing me to tears, my throat was so sore I couldn't swallow the pain killers so I had to put up with it. I now didn't have a choice but to rest. This pain continued for 3 more days, but at least now I could take something for it, but tomorrow I need to go to work. I knew I wasn't well enough for work I was struggling to stand upright because of the pain, I managed to get through my shift but was so glad to get home for an early night. I was surprised that the following day I was pain free, but by the afternoon it was creeping back up on me. It seemed to be getting better day by day so I would get to the end of the week. I'm on Saturday now and have paid the penalty for working through it.
I am wanting to enter my first triathlon this year, I have found one in April but as I am unable to do an sport at the moment I cannot decide if this would be beyond foolish to attempt. I literally am taking each day as it arrives with the pain scale, I am getting so many complications that are related to the operation that I am totally fed up when I get something new.
I am wanting to try and get out this week either a little run or bike. But I'm not going to push myself in any way shape or form, anyone who knows me will know this is a complete contradiction of my normal self.
This week I have purchased the 5 weeks to no sugar book by Davina Mccall, I needed more ideas for healthy low sugar recipes. I have tried a couple from the book and I am very happy with them. Was quite pleased that on inspection at the foods I eat normally I didn't overdo the sugar. My problem was simple I like chocolate and crisps, don't misunderstand me I don't eat either of these in bulk either by day or quantity. But whoever thought that putting a resealable sticker on the packet to save choc for later was an idiot. So to find an alternative in any shape other than carrot sticks can only be good, I do like carrot but as it doesn't come in Galaxy flavour sometimes it just doesn't cut the mustard.
It is also an interesting experiment with my youngest Son who has a sweet tooth to see if he enjoys the sugar free varieties of food, so far he has gladly eaten all in front of him. So the food tasting will continue. Hopefully the recovery of a broken body will be returned to me soon.
No comments:
Post a Comment