I'm waiting for my last physical therapist home visit, and writing this a day early:
Five Weeks:
The not so good:
1. Our younger dog chewed up my new Merrell post-op walking sandals. She never chewed a shoe before, thanks, Chili!
2. I can get cramps or spasms that take my breath away. It doesn't last more than a few minutes, but ouchy!
3. Boredom, patience, and trying to get things done: Yeah, we aren't going to talk about that.
4. I'm up more and more each day, but not for hours at a time that I'd like.
5. I've said that I have not had the difficulties with sleep that others have had. Ah, it just wasn't my turn!
6. I'm sick of narcotics, but still need a few per day.
7. I sometimes get very uncomfortable in the evenings. It's tough, but happens less frequently.
The good:
1. I'm so much stronger than the early days with all the anemia.
2. The knee still feels like it is the right fit.
3. I'm down to three narcotic pills most days, from five.
4. I can play with my grandson and don't think about The Knee the entire time. (I do tend to protect it from an errant toy truck, however.)
5. The clutter is getting to me, and I tore apart the kitchen island this weekend, and put it back together. Sort of.
6. I enjoy my walks outdoors, but I only do one a day. I may up my walking. The 90 year old couple next door walked their dog, and with all their infirmities, they were faster than I was!
7. I've lost weight, but it's all kinda lumpy. Not sure if that is because I'm in my sixties or because I'm sedentary.
8. My husband came with me, and I drove my car to the local pharmacy (CVS), to buy a birthday card. It was fine.
That's the report. See you, Smarties.