PrincessTia
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- Sacramento, California
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Today is 10 days post-surgery. I'm at home, living in my recliner, with several hours of hired help each day. I'm using a chair-side commode, since the distance to my bathroom is still too far for me to manage as often as I'd need to.
I had the surgery Thursday, Oct 23, and was due to go on to rehab last Sunday. But no beds were available; after several days, we decided I should just go directly home and give up on the idea of a rehab facility. I did keep up with PT in the hospital, so I was probably at about the same state of recovery as I would have been in a facility. I was very glad to be going home (and that I wouldn't have to learn another whole schedule and menu and staff!), but worried about being alone there.
The first night home (Wednesday) was nightmarish. The commode that was to be delivered to my house had never showed up, and I had to walk all the way to the bathroom with NO spots where I could rest on the way. The toilet riser seat-with-arms was obviously inadequate, but it was SOMETHING. Somehow I pushed myself to make the return journey—carefully—and I thought I'd never felt anything so wonderful in my life as that solid and sturdy recliner seat!
Though my knee was pretty swollen after that, things got sorted out better overall—the commode was delivered, my helpers settled into a sort of schedule, and I made bits of progress each day.
I have been really lucky with pain—I am not taking much in the way of pain meds, yet haven't felt much pain. I hope it means I'm successfully staying "ahead of the pain."
Today something changed, though. I got up to walk as I usually do, but my knee seemed to...spasm...in front, like a sharp pain stabbing into the knee. It's as if the muscles around my kneecap suddenly clenched, as if my leg were trying to do a goose step! I had felt precursors to this a few days before, but I had taught myself to relax the knee and let it bend slightly, preventing the spasm. But that didn't work today; it spasmed twice more and felt like it would just plain buckle under me, so I maneuvered myself back to the chair.
My physical therapist will be here tomorrow morning; I hope she will be able to help me move past whatever my leg is doing.
I had the surgery Thursday, Oct 23, and was due to go on to rehab last Sunday. But no beds were available; after several days, we decided I should just go directly home and give up on the idea of a rehab facility. I did keep up with PT in the hospital, so I was probably at about the same state of recovery as I would have been in a facility. I was very glad to be going home (and that I wouldn't have to learn another whole schedule and menu and staff!), but worried about being alone there.
The first night home (Wednesday) was nightmarish. The commode that was to be delivered to my house had never showed up, and I had to walk all the way to the bathroom with NO spots where I could rest on the way. The toilet riser seat-with-arms was obviously inadequate, but it was SOMETHING. Somehow I pushed myself to make the return journey—carefully—and I thought I'd never felt anything so wonderful in my life as that solid and sturdy recliner seat!
Though my knee was pretty swollen after that, things got sorted out better overall—the commode was delivered, my helpers settled into a sort of schedule, and I made bits of progress each day.
I have been really lucky with pain—I am not taking much in the way of pain meds, yet haven't felt much pain. I hope it means I'm successfully staying "ahead of the pain."
Today something changed, though. I got up to walk as I usually do, but my knee seemed to...spasm...in front, like a sharp pain stabbing into the knee. It's as if the muscles around my kneecap suddenly clenched, as if my leg were trying to do a goose step! I had felt precursors to this a few days before, but I had taught myself to relax the knee and let it bend slightly, preventing the spasm. But that didn't work today; it spasmed twice more and felt like it would just plain buckle under me, so I maneuvered myself back to the chair.
My physical therapist will be here tomorrow morning; I hope she will be able to help me move past whatever my leg is doing.
At this point, I'm not even making it to the bathroom—I use only the commode that sits next to my chair. Everything else is being done by my helpers: food, cleanup, ice, water, etc.



Suddenly, all kinds of possibilities feel open to me, and now I understand the temptation to do too much! 

Thank you for your kind words!
There is simply no time to get to the bathroom. I'm beginning to think that I really need some sort of adult diaper!
It's either that or keep the commode indefinitely. Pooey. NOT the kind of issue I was expecting to have to deal with.
My recliner is in a large family room that was added off the kitchen by the first owner. It's at the other end of the house from the bedrooms, and the bathroom is along the hallway that goes between the kitchen and the bedrooms. I've lived here for 24 years, and it still meets my needs, as long as I put aside a few aesthetic considerations. 