Dear Dary - I am only 12 days post-op and I have been where you are even without surgery. After my 12/26 TRHR I had a complete meltdown and did a lot of crying. Partially to blame is that when they took me out of surgery the pain was excruciating and there was no one at my side - a story for another day. It took what felt like a very long time to get the pain under control.
I live in New Jersey and my younger son lives in Philadelphia. The day after surgery I reached out to him, sobbing that I needed him to come and see me. I had the surgery performed at HSS Stamford, Connecticut - don't ask - another foolish decision of mine. Should have gone to HSS in NYC. I felt incredibly alone and even when my son Eric arrived, all I could do was sob.
When I had both knees replaced in 2011 it was a breeze compared to this. I woke with no pain because I was numb from the waste down. As that wore off I was on a morphine drip. My husband died in 2010 at 59 yrs old. For the knee surgery I had family support, my sister is 10 yrs older than I and I couldn't have done it without her. During my 1 week stay in the hospital, I was never in pain. I was transported via ambulance to a rehab in NJ not far from where I live and that's when I got off the morphine drip. During my 2 weeks in rehab I always took pain meds before PT and OC. My friends came to visit me, my sister visited me and my younger son brought my German Shepherd to visit me. When I went to out patient PT I always took a pain med so I could work on getting an excellent range of motion. I am now retired, but after having both knees replaced, I was back to work within 3 months.
Getting back to my 12/26 RTHR, my son said "Mom, you can't go home like this, you'll get worse". I reluctantly agreed and he convinced the staff that I needed to be in rehab because I live alone - with my 2 dogs, whom he has been watching. The staff agreed and my son drove me from CT to the rehab in NJ. After I was admitted I sat and stared at the wall. Did not sleep for 2 nights and was embarassed that I had to ask for help to go to the bathroom. I was unable to weight bear and my right leg felt like a wooden stump. I kept wondering where the real me was.
The following day an aid came in and helped me get dressed for PT. A friend had gone to my house the night before and got clothes and brought them to me. The PT therapist arrived and wheeled me into one of the PT rooms. As I looked around I saw amputees working very hard, neuro patients who would probably never walk and what really impacted me was a recent 17 yr old parapelegic (sp?) numb from the waste down. He had been fooling around with his friends and had a bad fall. That is when I found the real me. I saw so much in that 1 day that I felt gratitude and peace and embraced my surroundings. I was no longer lonely, nor crying and I smiled and asked everyone I saw how they were doing. ❤I stopped the pain meds after 4 days but not xanax which I take as needed and I have also been on an anti-depressant since 2009.
I came home 2 days ago - my friend and her her husband picked me up. She took all my clothes home to wash and he made me the most wonderful lasagna. I realized that there is no shame in asking for and receiving help. A neighbor came over last night to gather my garbage, recycables, etc and put them out for me. I have a 3 story townhouse and it takes 8 steps from the outside and 6 steps inside to get to the main floor. His wife is going to come over today to get a package for me and bring it to the UPS store. My son is going to bring my younger dog, Randall , to me today or tomorrow and he'll keep soon to be S3 yr old Stella until I grow strong enough to have both dogs.
Over the years I have emotionally been where you are. I began seeing a wonderful therapist in 2008 and there is nothing he does not know about me. He continually reminds me that depression distorts reality. Even though I take an antidepressant, I still have my meltdowns feeling as though I am entirely alone in the world. As an aside I've had to take 1/2 of a pain med twice since I've been home. I urge you to find someone professional that you can speak to. Also know that even though you need them, pain meds can make you feel depressed and isolated. You are going through a really rough patch and everything you feel is understandable. The infection must be terribly worrisome. I have found that eventually making connections with others is a huge help, difficult as it may be.
Sorry for the very long response. I have a lot bottled up and my cup runneth over. I will keep you in my prayers and urge you to speak to someone. This too shall pass . . .
Georgette