On my way to the hospital this morning, while waiting at a traffic light, it occurred to me that if I turned Left, and didn't stop for breakfast, I could be safely across the Tennessee state line before anyone started looking for me. Unfortunately however, there were two lanes of traffic, including at least one police car, between me and the Left turn lane. So, nine hours later, here I am once again laying in my hospital bed, just relaxing with a little recreational morphine, and who knows what all else. Major surgery has changed my whole attitude toward narcotics.
And of course, I’m looking at my SECOND — newly repaired knee. Which, since I last saw it, has been cut open, sawed through, taken completely apart, re-assembled with brand new, third party after-market replacement components, stitched up, stapled shut, sealed with medical grade Duck-tape, snugly wrapped, packed in ice, elevated and placed safely in cold storage about six inches above my heart level. (I never did like mondays.)
But this time it’s different. Not only do I know in much greater detail what has happened to my poor helpless knee, I also know what lurks in the dark and sinister shadows of the next few weeks. And I’m trying to figure out if that is good or bad. I think it has to be seen as a bad-news/good-news scenario. The bad news is of course, what lies ahead in those next few somewhat difficult and sometimes scary weeks. The good news however, is two fold. First, I only have two legs, so I won’t have to do this again. Second, when those weeks and months pass, and pass they will, I will be walking on two strong and pain-free legs, and that hasn’t happened in ten years.
So I have marked a target date on my calendar, 4 months from now. By then, I should be in fairly good working order, and then maybe by late October or mid November, I will be able to tackle some of our moderate waterfall hikes. There is one really great one accessed by a fairly easy 3/4 mile hike. But then, you have to go down 154 stairs. And of course, what (or who) goes down, must come up. So that one will probably have to wait until next Spring.
So, while focusing on that goal, I will get through these first few weeks with heel slides, leg lifts, ice and morphine, and probably many, many, YouTube videos on sleepless nights. And of course, also by looking for and hanging onto those all-important and priceless day to day and week to week “little victories” (
@donnag1108 thank you once again).
Meanwhile, here comes my nurse with some water and a pill cup. Must be time for a little more recreational morphine.
Uh-oh! I didn't see what she has in her other hand . . .