Smokey’s second try at knee replacement surgery went much better than the first one.
The surgery was Tuesday morning. I spent the day at the hospital (United in St Paul, for those of you keeping score) knitting, surfing the net, listening to an audiobook*, and chatting with the occasional neighbor in the surgery waiting room. Talked to the surgeon when he came out of the operating suite; he reassured me that all was well and even made a joke.
“No problems with the anesthetic, not that that has ever been a problem.”
He had his computer with him for amusement, and on Wednesday he went shopping online.
We chatted on the phone multiple times on Wednesday, and on Thursday he came home. Getting in and out of the car was a challenge, and it was a long, slow walk from his hospital recliner to our car in the ramp across the street, but he had his fancy-schmancy walker so he could take a break from walking when necessary.
Today, Friday, he is walking faster with a traditional walker. Pain is manageable, and (yay!) the painkillers haven’t made him sick (yet; knock on wood).
I am off to the grocery store now with a list of his requests. Once again, yippee!
* The Gene: An Intimate History by Siddhartha Mukharjee. Very interesting; a bit less so because of the narrator’s occasional dip into vocal fry.