Well, last night was another adventure in recovery land. My poor husband did something to his neck/shoulder the night before and could hardly lift his arm all day. We've known each other for 45 years and he missed ½ day off work for being sick that entire time so when he said he felt bad and somewhat feverish, I was a little concerned.
In the meantime, I was sure I'd "broken" something in my knee. If I couldn't have seen it, would have been convinced the incision had split open and something was poking through it. The muscles in the back of my knee felt bunched up and Achilles tendon aches too. Very worried about all that.
Then, we had those low, rumbling thunderstorms all night so the terrified dog was either pacing back and forth between our rooms or standing in the corner, staring and scratching at it. Tried to get up and put him on the bed a couple of times and finally gave up because getting up meant unhooking from the ice machine, blah, blah, blah.
Husband feels a little better this morning, went to the farmer's market and brought back a bunch of tube-roses which smell wonderful. I sat here and wrapped my "Linus" blanket around my foot, held it upright and as straight as possible while watching an old movie and it feels more "normal".
Things are slowly improving and I still think I'm ahead of where I was at the same time after the first TKR. (knock on wood). Just can't get over how it really is a completely different experience but I'm grateful to have what I need and that I was talked into doing this sooner rather than later. It helps that the weather is so humid, hot and rainy - makes it easier to stay inside and cooped up since the mosquitoes must be the size of pick-up trucks.