There are times in our lives that we experience cabin fever. You know what I mean, you are stuck home inside for many days and cannot get out because of one reason or another. My cabin fever is a result of my double mastectomy 12 days ago. This is the second surgery I have had this year. So this is getting a little old.
I am feeling well enough to do things, yet not well enough to do things. My constant companion has been Branson the cat, my husband and step son. Branson is always with me. He knows something isn’t right. Regrettably his favorite spot to sit is right on my chest. We had a couple of days of retraining and now he is happy on my lap or up on my shoulder.
There are not enough words of gratitude I have for my wonderful husband. Getting up in the middle of the night when I have needed assistance, getting me in and out of recliners, and taking care of every need I have. This has created a closeness for the two of us and our cabin fever. We generally do most things together, but we have our own time. He hasn’t wanted to wander very from me. So we both now suffer from cabin fever. We went out on Saturday, which resulted in Sunday being a little rough. I still have some nerve pain and that medication makes me very sleepy. I missed 2 or 3 episodes of NCIS on Netflix but since it is the third or fourth time I have seen it, I am good.
Limitations Further the Cabin Fever
Because the limited use of my arms there are a million things I want to do, but cannot. Until the drains are removed (this week sometime…) I cannot exercise. Even after the drains are removed, it will be a struggle for me to lift and clean. I have had a serious brain fog so writing has been a struggle as well. So I have given in and made friends with the recliner. I nap (oh the glories of napping) and I am letting the dust bunnies pile up. I am grateful that the big things are taken care of.
There is going to be a time where I am going to look back at this time and think how much I did not appreciate it. I am blessed that I can sit back and relax and not feel guilty about doing nothing. As I find time I can write here or on one of my books, I can read and I can watch television.
The fact that I have cabin fever means that I am getting better. That soon I will be back doing the things I want to, or at least working towards that goal. For now, I must be patient…