It’s easy to get hit with the travel bug while you’re recovering from surgery. After you’ve been poked and prodded, felt the worst pain ever, and then felt bored out of your mind, it’s common to see your favorite vacation spots in your dreams.
After a major surgery that required 6 – 8 weeks of recovery, boredom was my middle name. I had done everything I could think of to keep my mind active. I was following all of my doctor’s orders to keep on track for recovery. Visits and calls from family and friends helped me get through the tough times. I read some great books, watched movies, did crossword puzzles, and arranged my photo albums. A trip to the store or even the doctor had me smiling more than ever, though. I just needed to get away!
I called my surgeon to see if it was OK to travel. I was told that flying was out of the question, but a short distance road trip would be fine. There were some restrictions and suggestions: I still needed to take time to rest, do my exercises and watch what I ate. Of course, he suggested that I keep his and my other doctors’ phone numbers handy along with a list of my medications I was taking.
When we packed for the trip, I brought along my own pillows for comfort, a few long sleeve shirts, long pants and sweaters, even though it was the middle of summer. I had times when I was freezing, probably when I felt weak. We also packed a blanket for the car, my pill organizers, over the counter pain relievers, and books.
I checked out the hotel to be sure there was a restaurant on site in case I couldn’t make it there to eat. I also booked a handicap accessible room because I needed a low bed, a seat in the shower and room for a rented wheelchair (just in case). I learned that I needed to call the hotel directly because the information on the web site didn’t provide the details I needed.
Then, off we went! Our expectations were to see and do what I could, no pressure. If my husband and daughter wanted to do out on their own, that was fine with me since I could easily contact them by cell phone. Just in case, my husband let the front desk know if I was alone in the room. I doubt they cared, but it made him feel better!
I did get out of the hotel room for a few hours each day. I ate some delicious meals, made small talk with people in the hotel, saw some beautiful sites, took photos, sat in the sun, and napped a lot. My spirits were high. There’s nothing like a bit of travel to make your recovery easier!
Connie Roberts is a professional blogger who makes it her mission to advocate for people with medical issues. Travel with a disability is not a struggle, but an opportunity to see the world and let others see that it’s possible and a lot of fun. Tweet with her @ConnieFoggles.