I thought the day was starting off well...but I was mistaken...

We went out and ran errands...Got quite a bit done--many things off the list!

I finally got my cortisol drawn (it will be about 48 hours before I get the results) then we headed to Target to spend a gift card and buy some essentials (and some not-so-essentials!)...and ended up pretty much walking the whole store. I was feeling pretty good but realized that I hadn't taken my prednisone when we left the store and I felt like I'd been running all day (it had been about an hour of walking). I opened the vanity mirror because my face was feeling swollen and was dismayed to see that my left nostril was swollen nearly shut (no wonder it was starting to hurt) and my nose looked super crooked and broken! It wasn't like this when I started out this morning..but hey at least my eyes weren't black...I can't believe just the simple act of walking around the store would make my nose swell like this...when my nose swells up it causes dizziness and pain and makes my vision problems worse.

The next few errands I didn't need to get out of the van..Andrew and/or Robert were able to just jump out of the van and drop off things like the redbox, the water bill payment, into the bank to make the deposit...BUT we still had to hit he grocery store.

At this point there was no way I would be able to walk around the grocery store, I knew it would be too much for me...It just really sucks ... I was so proud that I had been able to increase the time between percocets to 5-6 sometimes even close to 7hours...but then my balloon I was riding deflated...I can only go that long if I sit often and don't do much of anything...I can do simple things...like loading the dishwasher, changing diapers, starting a load of laundry...but when I am home and doing those things I can sit down every few minutes (and do sit down every few minutes)...I ended up having to take my percocet after just 4 hours...(and if it didn't have such an awful effect on me if I take it closer, I would've taken it after 3 hours because I was hurting)...I really thought I was better healed...and it's just depressing...

We get home and I'm pretty wiped out...Had to get into recline position. Tyler was due home any minute from school, Robert wanted to disappear to his room, Andrew disappeared and I had no idea where he ran off to...Zac had slept in the van while running errands so I knew my 'recline/relax' time was going to be short. It lasted less than 5 minutes. I felt like crying...

Oh I left this part out: When riding along with Andrew driving I kept *gasp*ing and cowering and yelling at him to be careful...he lost it and yelled at me to stop it. I can't help it...my depth perception (or something in my vision?) is off enough that when I see a car in front of us...along side us...making a turn...whatever it freaks me out because it looks like we are about to be hit. I wasn't trying to upset him...I was just so totally freaked out (and this is why I've not been going many places the last few weeks)...so I decided to start cruising the web on my cell phone so I didn't watch the 'action' around me...Good thing I added that to my cell phone plan...I just got to remember to do that as soon as I get into the van so that I am not upsetting whoever is driving...Kelly won't even let me ride with her because I make her too nervous...

But that was just the start of a pretty nasty argument that continued at home...I will put that on my other blog though since this story is so long already...It's not a pleasant story so y'all may not want to read it...It will probably make you wonder or think that my husband is a bad person...he is not a bad person, he's just overly stressed ...

I just wish my recovery wasn't going so slow...after I explain what happened during the argument at home after we got back...I will come back and do another post about how it made me feel because I feel like a lot of it has to do with my surgery, recuperation and limits :(