I realized I'm past due for a State of the Knee report. I guess this is day 12, and I'd describe my recovery as humming along. Before surgery, I envisioned myself lying in bed for weeks on end, moaning and drooling and unable to put together a sentence. I put a bell by my nightstand, half assuming I wouldn't have the strength to dial my cell phone for assistance. I could go on and on here! I'm happy to report that the reality is quite the contrary. Every day since my arrival home has entailed a majority of totally comfortable and enjoyable time. People have stopped by to share a good laugh, I've got a "nest" outside on my deck (thank you God for great weather these last two weeks in Michigan), taking a shower feels absolutely heavenly, and I have a good excuse to not accomplish anything for days on end. It's really quite lovely.
My knee is now very black and blue, and I have that 'ole scar to stare at. To me it doesn't look terribly swollen, but it's hard to tell. My "good" knee was so swollen before surgery that it's not a fair comparison. The exercises the PT gave me last Thursday seemed impossible, and I was thinking "that's not going to happen" as she was explaining them. Surprisingly I did a couple repetitions, and a couple more the next day. When I did them today I was happy with how much easier they seem now. She'll visit again tomorrow, so I will be glad to get her assessment. She said she'd teach me to use a cane. But wait, there's more: getting in and out of bed, and on and off the toilet, and in and out of a chair are all practically pain-free!
My sister/sergeant/caretaker/angel is holding up well. I really admire her patience, especially when she's walking behind me at a snail's pace, or fetches my computer from upstairs or downstairs for the umpteenth time. Sadly, she informed me recently that she is not planning to move in with me. She lives in Ohio, and probably is longing for her regular life there. That bad news was followed with great news - my close friend from Texas is coming Sunday for a 12 day visit. She works remotely, so she plans to still work 8 hours/day while she's here, but it makes me feel better having her on hand 24/7 in case of emergency. She's one of the few people I don't mind getting help from in the shower. Plus, it will give me an emotional lift. Yet another example of how this experience has been far from all bad!!
Just to show you how important BS has been to me, I had a dream last night that we all had a get-together. Wouldn't that be great if it was really true? What cracks me up about the dream is that we called each other by our "screen names" - such as Hi At Tabbycat, how are you? and Would you please pass the peanuts At Barn Mom 22?
In closing, it's time I show you how cute and attentive my doggies are. They are being so gentle with me, but they are almost always staring at me or by my side. I'm surprised at how many of us have pets. Maybe they motivated us to get our knees fixed in the first place. Dogs like to be walked, for example! Again, thanks to all of you for the huge role you are playing in helping me through this rough chapter in my life!