Pheebs52
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United StatesI guess we just need to look at the wonderful (?) recovery graphic on a regular basis; the zig-zag journey that needs no words at all; hah! And it is zig-zag, with many switchbacks, especially as we begin to improve and take on more activities and perceived obligations.
When I first decided on having the TKR, DH pretty much knew what he was in for because we'd been on a similar route with my THR. However, that was 5 years ago, memory dims some of the worst aspects, and "A knee is not a hip." So, I took it upon myself to stress the year-long nature of full recovery and he grasped that from the get-go. I was lucky...him, well...not so much. As a matter of fact, he'll be retiring at the end of this year, something we'd originally thought would take place next June, but I honestly think this TKR took the last of the *stuffing* out of him. He's tired, and rightfully so.
He's still a "Hovercraft," by nature, so just naturally steps in to do some things I can probably do myself, but many I absolutely cannot do. For instance, I can pick up Princess Pheebs when she wants to sit on my lap, but if he sees me doing that, he'll have a hissy fit, so it's a covert activity on my part.
I cannot carry a full laundry basket up or downstairs and he knows that as well. I wouldn't even try. Left up to me, it would all just remain downstairs, lol. Ditto on groceries. I can shop for them and he really does appreciate that, but lugging them up my 13 steps is impossible right now. We've needed to bring both *furs* in for Vet appointments recently, and I can't do it; wouldn't even try. Both need help getting in and out of the dogmobile and require a bit of a walk before entering those scary portals. I'm not up for dog-walking yet, so he takes care of Vet visits as well. And so it goes, on into...I dunno, perhaps 6 months but maybe 9 or 12 months.
All said, I do still feel that what I Can do greatly exceeds what I CANNOT do. As such, I'm glad I had the TKR, glad those awful first few weeks are behind me, and for the most part (not always, notta Saint) can accept the slow nature of recovery. Most of the time, I just feel like I'm on some strange sabbatical, where all I really need to do is get comfy, read, ice, elevate, take some walks, throw in the odd load of laundry, and go to PT 2x a week. Someday, this bizarre routine will end and I'll be forced back into a much more fun and mobile reality that also comes with a few less perks; hahaha!
When I first decided on having the TKR, DH pretty much knew what he was in for because we'd been on a similar route with my THR. However, that was 5 years ago, memory dims some of the worst aspects, and "A knee is not a hip." So, I took it upon myself to stress the year-long nature of full recovery and he grasped that from the get-go. I was lucky...him, well...not so much. As a matter of fact, he'll be retiring at the end of this year, something we'd originally thought would take place next June, but I honestly think this TKR took the last of the *stuffing* out of him. He's tired, and rightfully so.
He's still a "Hovercraft," by nature, so just naturally steps in to do some things I can probably do myself, but many I absolutely cannot do. For instance, I can pick up Princess Pheebs when she wants to sit on my lap, but if he sees me doing that, he'll have a hissy fit, so it's a covert activity on my part.
I cannot carry a full laundry basket up or downstairs and he knows that as well. I wouldn't even try. Left up to me, it would all just remain downstairs, lol. Ditto on groceries. I can shop for them and he really does appreciate that, but lugging them up my 13 steps is impossible right now. We've needed to bring both *furs* in for Vet appointments recently, and I can't do it; wouldn't even try. Both need help getting in and out of the dogmobile and require a bit of a walk before entering those scary portals. I'm not up for dog-walking yet, so he takes care of Vet visits as well. And so it goes, on into...I dunno, perhaps 6 months but maybe 9 or 12 months.All said, I do still feel that what I Can do greatly exceeds what I CANNOT do. As such, I'm glad I had the TKR, glad those awful first few weeks are behind me, and for the most part (not always, notta Saint) can accept the slow nature of recovery. Most of the time, I just feel like I'm on some strange sabbatical, where all I really need to do is get comfy, read, ice, elevate, take some walks, throw in the odd load of laundry, and go to PT 2x a week. Someday, this bizarre routine will end and I'll be forced back into a much more fun and mobile reality that also comes with a few less perks; hahaha!
so far he hasn't gone after my lounge doctor. before bed i set it up under the covers. when i come to bed, Liam is sleeping, curled up next to it...so sweet and i don't have to move him over to get into bed.
today, looking for a spousal fight lol. just kidding. we have been having the most gorgeous weather here the last few days and predicted all weekend. 
Then off to the grocery store and now home with ice and the LD. 
I'm glad you have cute Liam to keep you entertained - despite his propensity to borrow shoes.
that sounds like a tasty dessert. must try it as we always have a bit of coffee left in the carafe. i sometimes just make half coffee and half milk to use it up.
