Ursula you are not alone in your feelings. I remember finding Bonesmart and being so excited because the posts were so positive. I remember making a post about how all the other forums had such negative threads and scared me away from wanting a tkr. I took my sweet time making up my mind whether to do it or not, but finally the pain was so bad I had to do something to help myself.
Two of my surgeries were canceled due to illness, so I had plenty of time to read Bonesmart and learn what I would need, plus I read a book about knee replacements. I have to admit that I went into it with terrible fear, but at least I knew what I would need at home, etc. I bought many things, such as raised toilet seat, comode, ice packs/bought & home made, new sheets, blanket, cane, even a butt buddy for wiping, an excercise bike/and one small one, etc etc etc. I was as ready as could be, OR SO I THOUGHT..
The hospital stay is a blur with very few memories except not being able to stand up at all. I was transported to a rehab where it dawned on me what shape I was in. AND I WAS MAD!!!! I had so much pain that at times I thought I couldn't take anymore. I couldn't take the opiates for pain because they all made me sick and I couldn't eat anything. So I was given a small amount of morphine and that was it. I wan't able to eat for the first week and I was growing too weak to do much physical therapy. Its too long to tell the whole story, but believe me, I was one angry gal because I felt that I had been misled about how bad it would be. My knee classes never said how bad it is.
I stayed mad for quite awhile too. I remember a social worker talking to me and asked if I could at least see a small light at the end of the tunnel and I told her NO.
What I slowly learned over time is how much moral support a person needs for this type of surgery and recovery. And I was very blessed to have that support in the rehab, and my daughter was a saint. I don't believe I could have made it without her and their kindnesses. All of them constantly told me how well I was doing (i didn't believe I was) and how it was getting better. I leaned on them for dear life.....
The problem seems to be this, if people were told the honest truth, then they wouldn't have this surgery. But if everyone tells them mostly positive things, then they aren't prepared for the road ahead. I believed I was as prepared as possible, but I wasn't. Maybe no one can really prepare us beforehand, maybe its impossible. Maybe each person has to find their own way in the dark.
I'm happy to say that I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel and I feel very blessed to have had the help I got, and to have Bonesmart for emotional support and information. I'm not looking forward to outpatient therapy because I'm afraid it will be aggressive and set me back in recovery, but I have to at least try it and see what happens next. One day at a time.
Hang in there Ursula, it will get better somehow, sometime.