Vida -- I doff my cap to that history of yours. I am taking a stroll in the park by comparison to your and others' signature lines. I am still looking for the provider who will allow me to substitute 375ml of generic Malbec for 5mg of Coumadin. Yes, even if it's not reimbursed and I am required to take it daily, with food. I would bear that burden.
A very earthly beginning to this day: I awoke a bit chilled, with just a little pain in That Leg. Enough to think, oh, you've slept through your morning snack of oxy and acetaminophen... and then it went straight from there to far worse than anything felt so far in this whole show. In the space of 20 seconds, it went so bad so smoothly that I realized that it just might keep going, right on up into the so-far-completely conjectural realm of 8-9-10 pain. Up there where you realize that you've never really asked the light of your life that, if it came to it, could you shoot me?
I hollered for help. I raised the household. The dogs joined in. It was quite the ruckus. Herself appeared in 15 seconds, max. "Need two of those pills, now." Gripping mattress, hard. "You startled me; wait, I'm a little shaky, like I might be about to pass out..." "Yeah? Hand me those pills first." I swallowed two, never mind the clock (I was actually an hour early). Amy landed hard near the foot of the bed, sitting upright; she was still with us. Cat-of-the-moment looked offended.
Breathe deep. Take notes, you'll need to tell someone: feels like tight bands around the bottom of the thigh, around the knee, burning pain in the top of the thigh, some but not great swelling -- clearly down from yesterday's. Nothing moves right or left, but a little up and down movement is possible; knee and ankle and foot move fine. "How are my toes?" "Color is good." "Do they feel cold?" "No." I wiggled them so easily that I thought I could probably play a little piano. (Note to self: get a little piano. Try not to giggle at private jokes in the middle of what might be a crisis; it dilutes the message.) A little pressure-sensitivity to the thigh, but not much. I'm shivering. Slight fever or is it just cold in here? "Find the nurses' number, please." "Do you want to call her?" "[!!] Well, I thought I might." Cold sweat now. "Maybe I should call?" "That works." No drainage, no bleeding, not getting any worse.
The after-hours nurse took some particulars and promised that the case nurse would call back soon. Good time to tweak the thermostat. Good as her word, the case nurse called in five minutes.
After answering a few questions (the incision is fine, that's not it...) I asked if I might get right to my worry: how can I eliminate deep vein thrombosis? If it isn't that, we can all calm down and figure it out later; if it is, then you can start the helicopter. I mean, I'm only 5 days post-op, so I realize that all kinds of things could still hurt and be "new." Check this, check that. Done and already done. Try this other thing. OK, then I don't think it's DVT. Maybe a cramp induced by position or cold or electrolytes -- maybe you did too much with it yesterday? (Likely.) Or moved wrong in your sleep. Did the pain pills work? Yes and very well, too -- I was back to just rattled and sore.
All in all, it was a painful test of the support system and more reassuring to me than not. But let's not try it again. I'll see the nurse in person Monday A.M. for a routine visit. That should be interesting.
Belts and aides to get into bed: Tried a looped belt, but yes, it threatened to pull my leg right across the mid-line. Later, I looped a long towel and held it in the hand on the operated side, and THAT worked reasonably well. Needs practice to be smooth, but it works. Thanks.