Today marks 3 weeks post-op. Something I've come to realize about recovery is that even though I knew what to expect, it didn't necessarily prepare me about how it was going to make me feel. In the early days, I couldn't stand the foggy headedness I had. That then turned into just feeling icky. Feeling like that made me miserable. My visiting nurse told me it was probably the pain meds doing that and to take the anti-nausa pills. She was right! Energy drain also surprises me, even though I knew to expect that too.
Also, I discovered my height difference when wearing slipper socks versus street shoes was enough to need to change the height of the walker. I felt hunched over on the walker when I first went outside for a walk.
It's also nice when you realize the little improvements, like when I lifted up my foot, bending at the knee to reach my sock and pull it up, or not needing the leg lifter to get into bed. Now, I'm leaving my cane around the house because I walk away without it. Every day is better than the day before.
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