Thank you again for the caring and thoughtful responses. I hope you know how much it has meant.
My GP suggested ginger in capsule form to help with nausea. Since I have been doing ok with Ibuprofen during day and Tramadol at night only, the nausea has finally eased greatly anyway. So I never went and got any ginger.
Today marks 7 weeks post tkr.
My last experience at PT will BE my last experience there....seriously...
Quick story....my husband dropped me off at therapy and went to do errands. I was there with heat pack on knee for 8 minutes and PT asst started me doing that quad flex, where you try to flatten back of knee on table. My iPhone vibrated and since it was handy, I glanced at it. Incoming call from Arizona, we live in CA. Since my husband's family lives in AZ I sent quick text to hubby that someone was trying to reach me. A couple minutes go by, long enough for me to start heel slides, still laying on table.
Text from husband, "My sister just died". Understand that this was completely out of nowhere, unexpected...she is/was 48. I immediately called my husband. I told him to come back for me right then. I had been there less than 15 minutes.
I motioned for the PT to come over and told her. She was appropriately concerned and hugged me. She then said, that since I was still there, let her get a bend measurement real quick. I had only done maybe 3-4 heel slides, it typically takes me a full two minutes to loosen up enough to get a decent bend and I told her that. She said it didn't matter.
So she had me do a heel slide, I got to 86, hurt like hell, I was bawling anyway because....HELLO!!....my sister-in-law died literally 15 minutes ago! PT called asst over, had me do another heel slide, asst forced foot back further and held it while she got another measurement. I didn't scream, but I swear the sound that came out of me sounded like I was giving birth.
She got her 90 degrees, I BARELY walked to the door and to elevator...barfed in parking lot (that's how my body reacts to severe pain), and I couldn't walk the next day without walker, and that was barely to get to bathroom. My knee was so swollen there was no way I could tolerate the 6 hour drive to AZ so my husband had to do that alone.