This is not meant to be funny ((because I really hope I didn't hurt myself)), but I couldn't make this up if I tried. The last 5 hrs have been miserable...avoid if a
little bit of TMI bothers you.
Yesterday was probably the worst yet for overall pain/discomfort, but I was keeping the faith because my surgeon called in 2 weeks of a daily steroid. No updated directions for that dreaded PT-bike, but I'll still chose if/when/how much I use it.
So, we got off schedule with my multimodal pain regimen (fancy words for spreading out the Tylenol/tramadol and oxycodone at least 2 hrs apart). When my son went to pick up the new steroid RX yesterday, the pharmacist saw the other meds in my chart, then made my son repeat back that taking Oxy and Tramadol within an hour of each other will damage my kidneys, if it doesn't kill me first. My son said
"Well, they're following the surgeon's chart, so yeah----can I go now???" I was super proud of that kid, as I know he said it with a bit of snark. We're not buying into the pharmacy fear-mongering (considering this is my surgeon's ENTIRE practice of 12+ surgeons using this multimodal pain regimen, with fancy handouts and everything!), but we ARE trying to keep them 2 hrs apart unless I'm hurting miserably. Anyway-we got off schedule, plus I took the first steroid. That's code for "Lisa will be up until at least 3 AM" --so I ended up waiting to take the oxycodone at 1:30 AM, waited for it to kick in, planning to make the trek from the couch to the bedroom at 2:00 AM.
That was the original plan.

I've had trouble balancing out whether I really need the stool softeners or not, but they've worked TOO well this time around. Forgive the details, but my stomach freaked out on me. I could embellish and say I tried to make a run for it, but who am I kidding???!!! The mad dash was a sad, hurried disaster!

My walker fell over, and one of the tennis-ball covered feet hit my TKR leg, about 1.5 inches diagonally from the base of my incision--toward the inside part of my leg. It lit me up!!!!! I couldn't do much but swear because I still needed to

for the bathroom. Disaster looming....
I'll spare you the details except that I didn't quite make it. The mess didn't upset me as much as the fact I'd hurried and aggravated my leg
way too much trying to succeed. I was able to deal with it on my own, but I think I aggravated a lot of leg muscles in the process.
I tried to get in bed and get comfortable. After 10 minutes, I realized that wasn't happening. It was somehow 4AM, I woke my husband, told him what happened, admitted I should have just woke him up to help in the first place, took more oxy, added more leg pillows, tried (and failed!!) to get some sleep. By 7 AM, I was back on the couch with my Lounge Dr. It hurts to walk, but after doing some knee exercises, it's the front/inside of that upper shin that hurts so badly---NOT the knee. I wondered if I could have broken something from the walker hitting me, but it was a tennis-ball covered foot just falling over and popping up 6 inches into my leg. I really don't think it did anything but further bruise an already ticked-off shin. All of my leg muscles are super mad though, making walking and sleeping a nightmare.
To add insult to injury, the roofers showed up to roof the house next door at 7:30 AM. It actually sounds like someone is walking on OUR roof.
Lessons Learned: 1) No more stool softeners, as this wasn't the first

All others didn't end in disaster thankfully, 2) Run for it as soon as the urge hits ((I'll stop with the emojis now)), 3)
Just wake the husband and ASK FOR HELP!!! This man has helped me through 12 other surgeries, a traumatic birth/delivery, changing all dirty diapers the first month of our son's life, plus 32 years of other nightmarish medical stuff with our son as a toddler. He's a keeper who has seen and done it all. 4) Almost forgot----Don't get off schedule with meds--EVER!!!! This was a fiasco in the making from MUCH earlier in the day.