So it’s dawning on me that I really and truly did have a sacroiliac joint fusion. The first few days I was in a fog. But today I can honestly say that overall, I’m doing really well. The second day was better than the first, mainly because I got the nausea under control. As you might expect, there’s definitely some surgical pain at the incision and the bones are sore where the implants were drilled in. All that to say it’s hard to pinpoint exactly where the pain is coming from at this stage of the game. The whole area around the incision is sore. But as far as being totally pain free (as some have claimed after the surgery), I’m not. And I’m okay with that… I didn’t expect to be.
My right foot is still tracking in a new direction: straight forward! This is definitely newsworthy. It’s too early to tell what kind of impact this minimally invasive sacroiliac joint fusion will have on my overall posture and pain, but I imagine there might be some muscular mutiny as everything shifts. And at the risk of jinxing it by talking about it too soon, another positive thing I’ve noticed is that my right neck and shoulder aren’t pulling to the right near as much as they were before I had surgery.
I’ve been instructed to walk for five minutes, six times a day. I’m behind on that. When you’re on pain meds it’s easy to overdo it, and based upon how I felt this morning (third day) I think I did get a little too ambitious yesterday. The doctor prescribed 7.5/325 Percocet, and I can take two every six hours. I’ve been trying to get by with one, but I’ve decided to lean in to the meds for as long as I need to. Hope to be off of them soon. Even with a scopolamine patch and taking oral Phenergan, I can’t do muscle relaxers. They make me throw up every time.
Day three has been the highest pain day so far. But my biggest challenge since surgery has been trying to resist the urge to make judgments about the effectiveness of the procedure. I suppose that anyone who’s ever had a sacroiliac joint fusion or any other kind of spinal surgery will tell you that 48 hours out isn’t a good indicator of how much it will affect your long-term pain level. So my plan is to distract myself with movies and sleeping, to give my body a chance to do its thing without my mind offering running commentary. So here I sit in a cushy chair at the C’mon Inn, leaning against a bag of frozen peas, drinking hot tea. So far so good.
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