Day 20
Today will be a better day. Yesterday was a horrid day.
After my jaunt to me met Suemegane for lunch on Saturday, I had expected pay back time and although I was exhausted and my knee ached, I've got my pain meds pretty under control so no big deal there. I've even got used to being parked in front on the TV 99% of the time; not easy when I rarely sit still for more than 5 minutes! It was all the other niggly bits I hadn't expected as part of the deal, that really got me down yesterday.
How can I write this delicately so as not to offend. Let me try! My poop fairy was obviously blown out of the sky by the codeine from the get go. Well yesterday the poop troll visited and left be slightly stunned and very uncomfortable. Need I say more? On the upside, I bet I've lost weight!

So, taking the proactive approach, I took the lactulose the hospital recommended and spent the rest of the day feeling extremely nauseous and bloated. I'm not taking that stuff again. 92 year old Mum made me promise to eat prunes but seriously, who can eat those things?
I've also got a horrible itchy rash on the back of my thigh just above my knee. I've got a mild form of pressure urticaria so anywhere there is constant pressure on my skin (elastic waist bands etc) will flair up into incredibly itchy ridges and lumps. The constant presence of the pillow under my leg, combined with overheating due to be forced off my HRT 3 weeks pre-op has left my skin very angry. I've woken myself up scratching it in the night and it's a mess. I thought at first it might be exzema but a simple antihistamine cream has brought it under control so it's not that. With diligent use of the cream, it's starting to settle down but it's scabby and delicate and one scratch will set it all off again.
And there's this blasted headache that comes and goes randomly. Right across my brows. I rarely get headaches but this one's brutal. Another thing to blame codeine for?
Then, on the coldest night this year, our central heating died at 8pm last night. Not a huge problem, we usually sleep in a cool room by choice and I have a fan heater down stairs but it was another straw... Then at bedtime, my lovely, kind husband reached over to put a drink on my bedside table and knocked my knee. It really didn't hurt that much; just scared me a bit really, but I went into total meltdown. I cried my heart out for about 20 minutes, sobbing like a 5 year old. I couldn't stop and it actually felt like I needed to. I slept deeply after that, until 2 am when I usually wake and take more meds and then slept on again to 7am.
I so wasn't ready for all this. I knew it was a big op and I've had big ops before. But time makes you forget, doesn't it? My last big op following a misdiagnosed ruptured appendix was nearly 20 years ago. Not to worry, it's a temporary state of affairs and I will get there. In spite of all this, I'm more at peace with the thought of getting my other knee done next year, than ever before. Hey, I'll be an expert by then and so much better prepared.
