First of all, thanks to those of you who emailed me to see if I was okay, given that I hadn’t posted for days, unlike my usual 5-day-a-week blathering. Your concern made me smile. Also, I am going through my Gmail inbox to clear out the hundreds of messages that came in during the last two weeks. Thanks to y’all that commented on my last post and send healing juju my way — it seems to be working!
The knee replacement surgery went perfectly, the aftercare facility was comfortable and caring, the physical therapy has been somewhat painful as it is supposed to be, and I am kinda sorta back to normal. I still use the walker if I need to leave the house, but as of today I am sworn off it at home. And I am wearing jeans from this day forward — buh-by, Sweatpants Of Despair.
It feels sooo good to just stand up and walk to the kitchen for a snack or to fetch my iPad from the bedroom. Smokey has been a great nurse, patient and thoughtful, but I have always been one to Do It For Myself If I Can. He says he welcomes this opportunity to do things for me. (It helps that it was for only two weeks.) He is still in charge of my meds, mainly because he has been doing it for two weeks and has the schedule down pat, and if my knee gets overworked and painful he is in charge of strapping on the ice packs.
Two things I learned: physical therapy is the thing (besides having an experienced and skillful surgeon) that makes the difference between having a lasting impairment like a stiff leg versus being able to walk pain-free and have full range of motion in that knee. The other thing is how much pain relief ice packs can offer when the knee and leg are hurting, particularly after a PT session or after doing the exercises at home.
Well, enough about me. Let’s check in on the animals.