Monday, April 16, 2018

Recovery: Take Two

I remember doing a blog post last year about my hysterectomy...it was titled "Art Heals."  I still believe that sentiment, art does indeed heal.  I took six weeks off after that surgery.  Six weeks with time alone, to be with my thoughts, to slowly put myself back together.

"Sooner or later all the people and the places that we loved are finished, and the only way to keep them safe is art. That's what art's for. It
rescues everything from time."
-Alan Moore Jerusalem


Recovery 1
About A week after surgery

This time, I was not so lucky.

This was taken shortly after surgery.  I was sore and bruised.  I couldn't dress myself, couldn't bathe myself, couldn't do my hair.  Everything was a challenge.  I went back to work less than a full week after surgery.  Having taken off six weeks last year, I was afraid of depleting my sick days for fear that something would go wrong with me, or my family and I would be without.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I a fiercely independent.  I hate asking for help. I was told a lot growing up that I couldn't do things.  Wasn't smart enough to do things, pretty enough to do things...couldn't do things because I was a girl.  It's because of this that I have a fierce determination to just do stuff myself.  I had to let that go.  I had to let go of my ego and it drove me nuts.  I had to make myself vulnerable, both physically and psychologically.

I had to ask...for help.


My husband has been fantastic.  These past few years have certainly fulfilled the "For better or for worse" parts of our wedding vows.  There have been a lot of struggles.  Struggles with health, of ourselves and our parents.  Struggles with losses of dear friends, former students, and family pets. The realization that we are getting older and so are all of those around us.  The natural passage of time...catching up with us. Things became a bit too real. I am reminded of the song, "All at Once" by the Airborne Toxic Event, "We grow old all at once, and it comes like a punch...in the gut, in the back, in the face."  And, indeed it does.  I've felt like my life since 2013 has been a series of unfortunate events. I try not to dwell on it too much, however, because I feel a sense of guilt about it.  I feel guilty because I have friends who have been through so much worse than me. I still have my husband, my parents, my brother.  I have this strange emotional mix of sadness, frustration, anger, and guilt. I am a bag of mixed, confused emotions.

 The main difficulty in the recovery of this surgery was that for weeks...I didn't have my art.  I couldn't do the one thing that made me feel better.  But finally, after six weeks or so...I was able to cheat a bit and get out and take some pictures.


 I ventured to the local cemetery, a walk to get myself out of the house.  Still in my sling. Holding my camera in my left hand and reaching far enough to push the button, I was able to capture a few images.  Some balm for my soul.

I have a morbid fascination with this statue, well all cemetery statues for that matter.  




Time went on and I healed more.  I went to the arboretum at JMU, finally free of my sling. 





Getting up and down was the hardest part, not being able to push up with my right arm and needing to hold my camera in my left.  It felt like I spent hours doing squats, ouch. 

The best photo trip I had during recovery was when I found the house with a yard full of abandoned cars.  I wish I'd been better recovered, I would have spent much longer there, but I wore out from getting up and down. 







And my favorite shot of  my entire recovery period...the goats!



Recovering has been a lot of hard work.  Physical therapy has been an exercise in patience, pain, and humility.  The staff at Sentara Orthopedics and the Physical therapists have been wonderful.  As someone who is nerdy about history (and many other things too) I appreciate a staff that seems to enjoy their jobs.  I like that my main therapist, Ian, gets excited about explaining things.  He even gets props and shows me what's going on in my joints and why I'm feeling the things I'm feeling.  When he gets in the zone and begins explaining things, I don't always understand, and I wonder if that is how my students sometimes feel when I'm explaining history.  I appreciate the energy and enthusiasm. 

The good, the bad, and the ugly.

Recovery 2
14 Weeks Out
The Ugly 

This has been the most prolonged pain and discomfort I've ever experienced in my life, really, honestly.  If I had another uterus.  I'd rather have another hysterectomy. 

Two surgeries in less than a year...and three in less than five years...I'm incredibly out of shape and have gained more weight than I care to admit.  After losing 70 lbs...it's really disheartening to gain weight back.  I'm struggling with how I'm looking right now.  You can read all the body positive books you want, but it's hard to undo forty-three years of programming.  

The Bad

I broke down and cried more than once.  I once had a meltdown sitting in the bathroom, waiting for Bradley to help me take a shower.  I cried a few times at work, at the end of the day.  I closed the door to my classroom and cried just from sheer pain and exhaustion because I didn't want anyone to see. 

I don't sleep well...still.  Things are better out of the sling, but I still roll the wrong way at night and and jarred awake from pain. 

The Good

The kids at school have been cool.  Even offered to help me with things.  

They ask how I'm doing.  

They clapped the other week when I was able to reach up higher on the dry erase board and write something.  Especially after they had to put up with my awful writing on the board with my left hand. 

Speaking of which, I'm amazed how many things I was able to figure out left handed. 
Writing on the board
Typing, one-handed
Putting on my makeup, left handed (only occasionally poking myself in the eye...)

My friends and co-workers have been great.  Thanks for carrying copies and making coffee.

My kid drove us to school for six weeks until I was out of my sling, and never complained about it. 
They also helped cook and do whatever else I asked of them. 

I never finished my bottle of pain killers. Maybe that's part of the stubbornness, but I managed my pain well with mostly  ice and OTC medication. 

I am finally up to the strengthening part of recovery.  Pulling weight and using resistance makes me feel like there is indeed light at the end of this tunnel...just need to make sure it's not a train.

Remember to seize the opportunities and make the most of what you have. Love one another. 








Sunday, March 18, 2018

Sunday Drive

I wanted to get out of the house for a while today. I decided, since I hadn't been to Reddish Knob for probably over a decade or so, I'd take a drive. The higher I got, the more snow there was on the mountain. I made it within about 1.25 miles and there was too much snow for my little car to handle. Disappointed, I turned around and headed down the mountain.
However, on my way home, I passed a farmhouse with a ton of old cars in the yard. I figured, what the heck. I stopped, walked up the the house and knocked. The gentleman looked at me strangely In my skull sweatshirt and purple bun. I introduced myself, told him I was a photographer who lived in Harrisonburg. I handed him my card. I asked if I could please take pictures of the old cars in his yard. He said, "Yes." It was photography heaven. Many more pics to come, I took a ton.

Slowly making progress on my recover of my shoulder.  When I'm out shooting, I usually hold my camera in my left hand, focusing and shooting with the right.  Because of this, I've slowly been able to shoot.  The most difficult thing is getting up and down off the ground without being able to push up with the right arm.  I did a lot of squats today, and I'm feeling it.  

I'm so glad that man let me take these pics today, It appealed greatly to both the history teacher and photographer in me. 


One of the things that I love about both old cars and old buildings is the attention to detail and styling.  You don't see much of that anymore. 


















Gotta be careful with these lens balls in the sun.  This started to burn my hand very quickly. 











Saturday, March 10, 2018

Winter

The past year has been challenging, between March of 2017 and January of 2018, I had two major surgeries. 

There's been a lot of pain and not enough art.

In January I had shoulder surgery.  I tore my Labral tendon trying to lift weights and begin the long process of attempting to get back in shape following my hysterectomy from March of 2017.  When I went in for the MRI, there were some bone spurs, and during my surgery itself, they found a hole in my rotator cuff tendon--when it rains, it pours.

I haven't posted any pics here in a while.  I wasn't able to do much of anything from January until now. I'm slowing gaining back my strength and mobility...a little at a time.  Physical therapy is going well.   I have a small collection of photos from this winter, from here and there.  Some before my surgery and some that I've managed to create since.

This is that collection.