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After surgery eating well is important for proper
healing. After surgery, you may experience a loss of appetite or foods may
taste different. This may cause you to eat less which can lead to weigh loss
and slow healing. Even up to a year after my surgery I often loss my appetite
on occasions.
Healthy
eating involves
Variety—No
single food supplies all the nutrients your body needs. It is healthy to eat
different foods from within each of the five food groups.
Balance—Eating
a balanced diet allows you to enjoy foods from each of the five food groups. No
food should be left out. Each group provides important nutrients to keep your
body healthy and strong. There are no “good foods” or “bad foods”. All foods
can fit into a healthy diet!
Moderation---Choose
foods for meals and snacks carefully. Refer to the food guide pyramid for
serving size recommendations.
Calories:
Calories
are present in all foods. Calories give you energy for physical activity and
healing. If you don’t eat enough Calories, your body will use its own fat
stores and protein stores (muscles) for energy. When your body’s stores of fat
and protein are worn down, your risk for other health problems increases.
Protein:
Meats,
dairy products, nuts and dried beans are excellent sources for protein. Protein
is necessary for tissue growth and repair. Not enough protein in your diet can
lead to weight loss, poor healing and an increased risk of infection after
surgery.
Vitamins
and Minerals: Most fruits and vegetables are good
sources of vitamins and minerals. Be sure to include at least five servings per
day of fruits and vegetables in your diet. Ask your doctor if you need to
supplement your diet with a multivitamin- mineral tablet or an iron supplement
in addition to eating a healthy diet.
Most of my information was taken from a healthy live style article from Shiners nutritional services.
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I hope this video helps you understand the challenges I had
with choosing jerseys or shirts. The main problem was I didn't want my
curvature to be visible.
Coping with scoliosis and its challenges became an issue
which I accepted. As I grew older I started to become lackadaisical. I attended
less and less of my swimming classes and my proper posture and bending faded.
Furthermore, after my surgery I specifically remembered the
nurses giving my mother a sheet about healthy eating after surgery. However,
this too faded.
In my last blog I stated challenges I encountered after my surgery.
As I said previously name calling was the least of my issues. Some of my other
challenges after surgery were I detested going to the beach or any pools. I was
ashamed of the scar the surgery left on my back and I didn't want people to stare.
Also, clothing became a huge issue for me. When I came back to Trinidad the fashion
statement for men eventually changed and tighter clothing became prominent. This
was an issue because my back’s curvature became visible when I wore some of
those tight jerseys. It was very hard fitting in among my friends and
classmates.
In addition, anyone who’s acquainted with me knows that I love
cricket. However, a physiotherapist informed me that cricket is the worse sport
I can possibly play. She recommended swimming as the best sport for my back.
This made me very upset and depressed. I eventually started a therapeutic
swimming class. This class contained older individuals who suffered from
different conditions, so I felt somewhat comfortable .Also; no one ever stared
or looked at me differently.
Another major concern for me was my school bag. Carrying
text books to school was a problem. I often hold textbooks in my hand but my back
was weak after surgery. Asking someone to help carry my text books was out of
the question. During my time from forms four to five my text books were very
important to the subjects I was studying. The swimming helped strength my back
and it eventually made this a little less problematic.
Finally one of my greatest
challenges was depression. I wasn't happy with myself. I often ask God why me? My closest friends during my secondary school
life were my cousins but sadly my mother didn't want me socializing with them
too often. My school life wasn't as bad
as it may have seemed but I never had anyone who understood me. Looking back I should
have attended counselling but I believed I could have handled myself on my own.
After about two weeks of rehabilitation at the hospital my
stay there came to an end. Leaving the hospital brought mixed feelings because
I was glad to leave but somehow I wasn't ready to go. I couldn't come to terms
that it was time to leave the hospital.
My mother and I left Erie Pennsylvania and headed for Huston Texas where
my aunt lived. I stayed at my aunt’s home for approximately three weeks. It was
extremely difficult living with my family. I often forgot my limitations. I
often bent over incorrectly; I started to neglect my exercises and I often
played basket ball but only shooting three throws. My Experience in America
made me realize that we in Trinidad have a lot to be grateful for. Finally my
Journey came to an end and it was time to head back to sweet T&T. I was tremendously
happy but many unforeseen stumbling blocks came when I arrived home.
I arrived in Trinidad the second or third week in September.
This meant I started school very late. I was in form two at this time. A letter
was sent to my school explaining that I finished my surgery. In response the Principal of my school
gave me a soft chair to sit on during all my classes and I was exempted from practical Physical Education (PE) for the
entire school year. My first day of school was very far from ordinary. I sat
inside my classroom bombarded by questions from class mates and teachers. I was
easily exhausted at the end of the day. However, my physical education teacher believed
that my mother was over paranoid and I was still able to do some physical activities.
I usually stayed out of conflicting questions concerning my back and let my
mother handled teachers.
Many students got jealous and annoyed that I was getting
special treatment. I often got extensions on home work assignments and if the
entire class got punishment such as to stand outside in the sun I was exempted.
Yes! My form two class was very mischievous. As school progressed many of my classmates weren't the same to me. They made fun of my situation. I remembered when my
teacher asked me to do a simple task and one of my classmates said miss you can’t
let break back Headley do that. If you didn't know Headley is my last name.
This annoyed me greatly. I guessed they were young and being immature. Form’s two
to three were my worse days in school. Forms four to five were my better years
but name calling was the least of my problems.
The fourth week after surgery Doctor Sanders visited me.
This wasn't any ordinary visit. Doctor Sanders came with the intention to observe me as I walked for the first time after surgery. This was much harder
than you may think. The titanium rods in my back made it very difficult to
walk. My back was stiff and I felt a weight on my body I never felt before
which made it extremely difficult to walk. I only took a few steps which were
four or five slow steps. Ultimately, the nurses had me walking every day. At
the beginning I didn't like walking because I walked like an old man one step
today one step tomorrow. Walking down steps was very hard and painful but my
mother was right by my side encouraging me all the way. As days go by walking became less painful but
I still had to take my time when walking.
I knew after surgery my life would never be the same. The
nurses often reiterated this to me and my mother. I met with a physiotherapist who
suggested simple exercises for me to build my strength. Some of my
exercises would seem easy now but at that time it was a bit challenging. Some of my exercises were doing push -ups against
the wall and simple stretches. I initially, intended to illustrate my exercises
via a video but I can’t remember all my exercise.
This video explains the limitations i would of experienced. He also looks at the importance of sufficient post surgery rehabilitation.
In
my last blog I spoke on finally having surgery. Days after it
was very hard for me because I was immobile. Every day I would basically
move my head and speak with my mother or nurses. Also, i watched a lot of television. The
soft cast covering my back made me felt very uncomfortable while laying down. At the
beginning I was brave but as time went by I started to get very anxious.
However, in a matter of 2 or 3 weeks all the needles from my hand were removed.
I was happy for the removal of those needles but every day I had to blow into
this tube to prevent myself from getting bronchitis. I hated blowing into that
tube because it hurt my chest a lot and I had to do it at least 3 times a day.
My
mother was my main encouragement because I refused to do what the nurses wanted
me to do at times. In their defenses the nurses were caring, but not as
sensitive as they should have been. Yes, at that point in time I was a teenager
but I was in a different country, under immense back pain, no one really
to comfort me except my mother at times and I was not accustom of taking so much medication. I was mostly by myself a lot and took five different tablets at least three times a day. It doesn't seem like much but close to
three times a day becomes very annoying.
Eventually,
I began to get very worried because I was never an inside child. Since I was
immobile I started to think what if I never came out of this bed and other
worrisome thoughts. Soon my soft cast
was removed from my back and my mother saw my back and obviously I couldn't see when they took it off. I touched my back with my hand and it felt
as though my back was numb. I couldn't feel anything when I scratching my back. This felt extremely strange.
As
days past by my back pain became more and more intensive. There were nights I couldn't sleep. I even cried a few nights because I couldn't bare the pain anymore. The
pain killers would only last for a few hours. I strongly believed those nights were
some of the defining moments of my life thus far. I had to believe that
everything was going to be ok and the pain was only just for a short time.
In
my next blog I’ll be addressing rehabilitation after my surgery.
I was contemplating whether to show this picture or not but i don't have any pictures of me after surgery due to i didn't own a camera. This is a picture of my back a few days ago.