I was pretty depressed, also. It’s a tough recovery, especially when we are not anywhere near adequately prepared for it, and I wasn’t.
Then the post op blues hit and mine lasted quite a while.
I stopped socializing because of other people’s unrealistic expectations for my recovery.
That became a vicious cycle.
My husband went out one evening to his weekly game of darts, and I was having a very bad day. On his way out the door he said, call Pat. I had a melt down first, then I called her, one of my good friends. I called her in tears and asked if she could come over, and she said, now? I could barely get my yes out, and she said, give me a minute, and she whizzed over. She hasn’t had a knee replacement but has had a hip, and couldn’t handle the PT, so she was one of the few who understood.
It was a turning point for me. We talked about my knee, then she turned the conversation to happier things (my son’s wedding) and we laughed some.
I hope you have someone like that to turn to. If not, we’re here for you, and we understand and care about you.
