DuodenalSwitchaRoo
Taking a long scenic route!
I haven't been around for a while because I've been wallowing in self pity. The trend of becoming more cripple as the weight comes off continues.
My wound finally healed 2 days before my surgiversay and I was so excited to get on with things and get back into the pool and doing aquafit like I had done prior to my DS. Welllllll......that didn't go to plan!
Remember how one of my complaints was that I couldn't stand up straight post op? yeah, well, I still can't. I kept mentioning it to drs and physical therapists but I had other issues they were more concerned about. It got worse. My 3 minute showers became agony. My hip and knee on my left side repeatedly click/pop and then locks into place in the most agonising way. I also noticed my left leg is now significantly shorter than the right.....it wasn't before! WTH? I have terrible karma or something!
I had an X-Ray a couple of weeks ago. I no longer have a left hip socket. The femur is just jamming up, tilting my pelvis and causing all sorts of shit.
I went through some serious depression with this. I cannot seem to get a break. Everything in my journey has been such a struggle and fight to the death. IT'S NOT FAIR!!!! I find it incredibly hard seeing everyone losing weight and getting active, carrying on with the life they've dreamed of, whereas I'm just as or even MORE housebound and immobile than I was at my highest weight.
I know it's hard to understand if you don't deal with chronic pain. The pain is overwhelming and uses up all your energy so when depression comes knocking, you have no fight left. My anti-depressants have been increased as I had a semi breakdown at my last GP appointment. I thought the point I made was fair. She keeps saying how well I have done and all I can think of...all of it for what? Crippling disability and total reliance on my husband as a carer? Fuck this. She kept saying how much healthier I was and I was like yeah, thats my complaint! I've extended my life span of misery. ugh. No one gets it.
I fought so long and so hard to get where I am. And I'm still kicking ass and taking names with the weight loss and I know my DS body like the back of my hand now. I just want to stomp my feet, but that would hurt and I can't stand that long anyhow.
Now I have to deal with the bureaucracy of trying to get my hip replaced as it's pretty much an emergency/urgent situation.....I mean, I don't have a socket for crying out loud!!! And I am just waiting for them to tell me that they need me to have my apronectomy first. On the NHS we are talking 3 years for all the above to happen with applying for funding and going on waiting lists.
I'm not suicidal or anything, but fuck. Was I Hitler in another life or some shit?! Where is my happy ending?
SEE! This is why I haven't been around. I'm not a ray of sunshine at the moment and I'm just focusing on the maybe, maybe someday I will be able to walk more than 10 feet.
I'm nearing the 200's now. I might even be there, but I'm scale fasting for the month of May so I don't know, but last time I was 313. How is it even possible that my activity level is the same as it was pre op?
On the plus side my GP has confirmed this effed up mess in genetic and from my families crappy genes. I seriously think my fat was holding my skeleton together. That doesn't make this any less depressing. Compared to where I started, I'm skinny! And cripple. Very cripple. Just standing so the hubz can take a photo of me causes agony.
I'm done whining. I'm sorry. This is why I've kept my head down and not spoken about myself much. i'm miserable and have this to look forward to for at least the next few years. Guess kids are out of the question now since I will be 37 soon.
Thanks for listening if you made it this far. I just want to cry.
My wound finally healed 2 days before my surgiversay and I was so excited to get on with things and get back into the pool and doing aquafit like I had done prior to my DS. Welllllll......that didn't go to plan!
Remember how one of my complaints was that I couldn't stand up straight post op? yeah, well, I still can't. I kept mentioning it to drs and physical therapists but I had other issues they were more concerned about. It got worse. My 3 minute showers became agony. My hip and knee on my left side repeatedly click/pop and then locks into place in the most agonising way. I also noticed my left leg is now significantly shorter than the right.....it wasn't before! WTH? I have terrible karma or something!
I had an X-Ray a couple of weeks ago. I no longer have a left hip socket. The femur is just jamming up, tilting my pelvis and causing all sorts of shit.
I went through some serious depression with this. I cannot seem to get a break. Everything in my journey has been such a struggle and fight to the death. IT'S NOT FAIR!!!! I find it incredibly hard seeing everyone losing weight and getting active, carrying on with the life they've dreamed of, whereas I'm just as or even MORE housebound and immobile than I was at my highest weight.
I know it's hard to understand if you don't deal with chronic pain. The pain is overwhelming and uses up all your energy so when depression comes knocking, you have no fight left. My anti-depressants have been increased as I had a semi breakdown at my last GP appointment. I thought the point I made was fair. She keeps saying how well I have done and all I can think of...all of it for what? Crippling disability and total reliance on my husband as a carer? Fuck this. She kept saying how much healthier I was and I was like yeah, thats my complaint! I've extended my life span of misery. ugh. No one gets it.
I fought so long and so hard to get where I am. And I'm still kicking ass and taking names with the weight loss and I know my DS body like the back of my hand now. I just want to stomp my feet, but that would hurt and I can't stand that long anyhow.
Now I have to deal with the bureaucracy of trying to get my hip replaced as it's pretty much an emergency/urgent situation.....I mean, I don't have a socket for crying out loud!!! And I am just waiting for them to tell me that they need me to have my apronectomy first. On the NHS we are talking 3 years for all the above to happen with applying for funding and going on waiting lists.
I'm not suicidal or anything, but fuck. Was I Hitler in another life or some shit?! Where is my happy ending?
SEE! This is why I haven't been around. I'm not a ray of sunshine at the moment and I'm just focusing on the maybe, maybe someday I will be able to walk more than 10 feet.
I'm nearing the 200's now. I might even be there, but I'm scale fasting for the month of May so I don't know, but last time I was 313. How is it even possible that my activity level is the same as it was pre op?
On the plus side my GP has confirmed this effed up mess in genetic and from my families crappy genes. I seriously think my fat was holding my skeleton together. That doesn't make this any less depressing. Compared to where I started, I'm skinny! And cripple. Very cripple. Just standing so the hubz can take a photo of me causes agony.
I'm done whining. I'm sorry. This is why I've kept my head down and not spoken about myself much. i'm miserable and have this to look forward to for at least the next few years. Guess kids are out of the question now since I will be 37 soon.
Thanks for listening if you made it this far. I just want to cry.