I’ve got a bad case of … the scarred belly button blues.
Actually, I’m pretty happy with my belly button scar:) Yep, it’s kind of ugly. But the surgeon, who I saw on Wednesday for my post-op follow up, tells me that eventually there will be nothing to see. Which doesn’t much matter to me since I am not a bikini wearer even at my thinnest! Maybe I should get a piercing to commemorate. Not!
Annyhoo, I’m doing well. Pain is all gone:) Let the healing begin.
I asked lots and lots of questions about the recovery time. And I then I asked some more, just to be sure. And I took notes. “When is it okay to…” and “When can I…” and “Is it okay if I ….”
Unfortunately I will have to go against my impatient nature and exercise (no pun intended) patience for a while longer. The gold standard for full recovery after hernia surgery is apparently six weeks. And I am smart enough to know that the best course of action is for me to be prudent rather than rush things and risk a recurrence. Yep, another characteristic of mine: risk aversion.
That means that there will be no core work of any kind, no lower body work (since it engages the core), and no heavy lifting until late February. I already have my first session back with the trainer (and my mom, my workout partner) on the calendar. But about two weeks before that (which is two weeks from today) I can probably safely start some very light upper body weightlifting.
But I will be doing more than twiddling my thumbs (and writing thumbs posts) while I’m waiting. I can try walking and ellipticalling (is that a verb?) next week. Woo hoo for slow, easy, boring cardio!
As for my non-physical exercise experiment of meditation… well… to be honest I have been mindless about being mindFULL. I am having a hard time remembering to take the time to do nothing:) Gotta be more conscious about getting my zen on. And the few times I’ve tried I found that I am a very good (or in this instance – bad) multi-tasker: I can count my breathing, recite something over and over in my head, and still manage to think about all sorts of other stuff at the same time. Gotta work on that. And now I have an extra incentive – Oprah shared on her show that a few moments of quiet each day has been shown to increase one’s happiness. Woo hoo for happiness:)
One last tidbit from my questions of the doctor. I finally got around to asking how it is I got this darn hernia. His response: I was born with it. He went on to explain that usually this type of hernia would close up on its own but my “defect,” as he so politely put it, did not and over time the muscles weakened. Which is sort of discouraging to hear considering how many crunches and planks I’ve done in the last decade. TMI alert – interestingly, to me anyways, my pain in December that started me down the surgery road came, not from the typical problem of intestines poking through the hernia, but from some nerve-filled fat getting squeezed in there. Ugh. But maybe not as ugh as intestines being where they shouldn’t:)
So, this is the final chapter of my hernia story. Next you hear from me on this subject will be an exercise report!!! Can’t wait.
What are you looking forward to?