The last couple of days have been rough. I’ve gradually been pottering about a bit more and can manage without the crutches for short distances. Friday was a bit of a stressful day. Lots of paperwork to sort for the house purchase, with one bit in particular frustrating me. Consequently I spent all morning and early afternoon in the study and didn’t have my feet elevated, so concentrated on doing that in the afternoon. I had a little walk around the supermarket late afternoon, and then sat with my legs elevated again in the evening. By late evening the fire in my right foot was up to my thigh. I can’t remember the last time it was that far up. I took my meds around the normal time and hoped the feeling would subside. I went to bed but it was still up my calf and I just couldn’t put my leg anywhere that was comfortable. At one stage my leg started spasming and unfortunately I kicked my left toe, triggering a spell of probably the most acute pain I’ve had in my toes since surgery.
It was gone 3.30am when I got to sleep, and yet was still awake soon after 7. I tried to lay in but the fire in my right leg was still quite bad, and my morning meds didn’t seem to be helping much. I’m wary of the effect tramadol is having on me this time so avoided taking any. I did some more stuff in the study and then sat in the lounge for a bit, but struggled to get comfortable. By late afternoon Cat and I were both knackered (Cat had had an equally disturbed night thanks to me, although had managed to sleep in after I got up) so we went for a lie down. I got into what seemed like a comfortable position propped up in bed, so I read and watched some TV whilst Cat slept for a couple of hours. When I came to get up though I realised that being comfortable had a price, and I could barely walk, with my back in agony. It eased off a bit during the evening, but when I came to bed I felt the need to take a tramadol to get me through the night. I went to sleep sometime around midnight and, whilst I was a bit disturbed during the night, I didn’t wake properly until about 5.30. My head and upper torso were soaked in sweat. I’ve been putting the general unwell feeling I’ve had for a few days down to the post-surgery effects combined with my general condition – I’m hoping the sweating isn’t a sign of some sort of bug.