I just got home last night. Thank you all for your thoughts and wishes for me. It means a lot to me that people actually care. I'm going to look into the Home and Health Aide thing, as I think I might need it.
I've been a rollercoaster of emotions. I'm not sure who this is I'm living with but it sure doesn't seem like me. One minute I'm "normal" the next I'm crying to my husband that he's going to torture and abandon me again today. Huh? I want to snuggle with my baby and the next minute I can't stand being touched by another human being. I have kept the BFing relationship going, though I'm not sure how I managed that one.
My DH is going nuts with me. I'm on 4 different pain meds (and I NEED every one right now), a shot DH has to give me in my belly to thin my blood, a stool softener (although too TMI: I haven't gone number 2 since an hour before my accident 2 weeks ago!!). I'm weepy and irritable and the worst thing is, I'm needy. Ewww yuck!!
I also use this death trap walker thing old ladies use to get to the bathroom or pretty much anywhere I want to go. Did you know they hurt your hands like hell, though I guess old ladies have lost most of the nerves there so they don't seem to mind. Same is true with broken bones. It's better to break 'em when your old so your nerves are deadened to most of the pain.
I'm not allowed to bear weight on my stainless steel attached ankle for another few months, where, if I've jumped through the right hoops and been a good girl, I can get a lightweight cast and maybe even a WALKING cast. Oh, I dream big. A walking cast!
DH goes back to work part time next week and then full time the week after. He's irritable too because I think between the birth, gall bladder surgery, and now this, he's taken a lot of time off and he's afraid he might lose his job.
We don't have family here to speak of, and I'm not sure how we're going to handle this. I can't even carry my own baby around.