Day 13: Quiet Day
After yesterday's outpatient PT outing, I crashed again for a few hours. Having two outings in one day (OS in morning and PT in early afternoon) wiped me out. I'm not quite ready to say I joined the ODIC, but I was very tired. I slept for six hours (Mr. Shoes woke me up for pain meds, whereupon I took 10 mg oxy to be sure) and somewhere in there I managed to eat dinner. Me and my stiff knees, because I hadn't been walking on them as I should have been, were early to bed.
Very good night sleeping, though! I honored my alarms for reduced pain meds (5 mg oxy) and got in a pretty normal night sleep. Spent some time sleeping on my side, and how sweet that was! Elevated whole night except for the side sleeping. This morning I moved my stuff back to my own nightstand. Mr. Shoes cleared the path around the bed to my satisfaction (I've only gotten up once the last couple of nights) and I think we will both be happier on our sides of the bed, especially now that I'm side sleeping.
Knees are much happier this morning than last night. I did some gentle stretches and impressed Mr. Shoes with my ability to get my own outfit together from my dresser and armoire. He said it was like seeing me back to my old self. Maybe almost, but he's so happy with every small improvement. And there is improvement, however small, every day. Today I can move around our tiny bathroom--too small for a walker to fit, so I have one grab bar on the bath, the rock-solid vanity, and the windowsill all available to grab onto if needed. But I don't really need them. My knees are solid. I'm wise not to trust my muscles completely yet, and I move sometimes like a rusty tin man, but I stand and can take some steps without fear of falling. In the bathroom, I move with confidence. Not yet in the bedroom, where it's still walker-time.
My dog isn't sure what to make of my walker. Cate already deals with my aged FIL and his walker on alternate weeks. She dislikes him--he moved in two years ago, booted her out of some good sleeping spots, disrupted all our lives, and she has yet to forgive him--and engages him in passive-aggressive warfare. She sits on his seat (half of the loveseat) and will not move unless I order her to do so, in which case she sulks off. Once he didn't notice she was there and sat on her. She didn't like that. But she still will challenge him in a hundred ways, most especially by placing herself on the path between the living room and the bathroom. She blocks his walker. Maybe she hopes he will trip over her and have to "go away." It's mysterious.
Cate plants herself in the same path to the bathroom with me. I don't think she's specifically trying to block me and my walker from the bathroom, but... she doesn't move. I have to order her. She's always trusted us to go around her, you see, and doesn't appear to understand that I, now burdened with a walker, can no longer do so. This morning I thought I could just lift my walker over her long outstretched legs, which took up just enough of my pathway to impede... and my walker ever so slightly tapped her nose. She did move at that point. But I can tell she really hates my walker.
I get it, girl. I hate it too. Bear with me. And until that day, if I tell you to move... move.
Today's plans are simple: rest, elevate, ice, walk around a little every hour. That's it! Maybe tomorrow I will take some early steps toward getting back to work. My work does not require knees in any way, but it does require a clear head!