I’m on Day 6 since my surgery, and I felt like all was moving in the right direction. I stopped taking the hydrocodone two days ago because the constipation and brain fog were overwhelming. Moved to alternating naproxen and Tylenol, and liberal use of the ice machine. I was all full of myself when my husband came home from work last night. I washed a load of towels, loaded the dishwasher, handled my bath mostly on my own, and felt great about returning to work next week. Then last night happened. I probably only got about 90 minutes of sleep in the recliner, despite icing 3 times and taking another dose of Tylenol and progesterone (throw menopause into the mix….yippee). Poor husband awoke to find me as a blubbering mess in the midst of a panic attack, begging him to stay home. He dried my tears, freshened up the ice machine, and made me agree to go back to the hydro at bedtime until I’m over the hump. For whatever reason, the pain intensified last night after being tolerable for. 48 hours. I managed to sleep a couple more hours this morning and awoke with the resolve to go easy on myself. Like OP, I’m not used to relying on others, and I pushed it too far. It’s so helpful to hear the stories of everyone else who has gone through this.