More Week 4: Oh Heck, Where's My Cane?
I actually said a different word than heck. Somewhere between my recliner and the bathroom, with the kitchen in between, I left my cane behind and just started wandering around without it. I've been walking lots without it anyway. Still, I kind of look for it. Lo and behold, It was at my recliner, waiting for me. In the meantime I fetched breakfast and a heating pad (I'm conducting a small experiment with Lefty) and toddled back to my nest.
A good weekend overall. I can now sit for longer periods at the table, a couple of hours, making me useful again for board games and not just card games. I'm the wizard, and breach mage, so they kind of need me. I'm also able to cook a full, simple meal again, which takes some pressure off Mr. Shoes, who also--in addition to caring for me in my recovery--cares for his elderly father. If I have a double whammy with bilateral knee replacements, he has the caregiver double whammy. Not fun.
So at the tail end of week 4, here's what's new: I am walking most of the time without the cane inside the house. Outside, I still use the cane, but I find myself carrying it more and more, and relying on it less. It's a safety thing for uneven pavements, or should I tire. In the house, though, I'm on my own two legs. I find this liberating and satisfying. Also new... heat. Whatever muscle or thing is plaguing Lefty responds really well to a little gentle heat. It relaxes, or something. It hurts less. Lefty moves more freely. Both my knees almost feel the same. I still ice after prolonged sitting, exercise, PT, and walks. Also new... my appetite. I had a milkshake this weekend, snacks, full meals. I have decided it's time to return to my diabetes-control diet, with an added protein drink daily. That diet kept both my blood sugars and weight under control. I want to keep my weight down and maybe lose more, which will be possible as I ramp up my walking.
I am right now walking further and much more often than I have done in two years. Before surgery I could barely reach the end of my block (my house is in the middle of the block) and walking back was torture. Now I do that walk three times a day. Sometimes I walk to one end of the block, come back, then walk to the other. And back. And it doesn't hurt much at all. A little tight. A bit stiff. But none of that horrid old arthritic pain.
Mr. Shoes asked me the other night if, if things got no better than they are right now, would I call the surgery a success. I dithered. I said if it was just the knees, yes. But I'm not sleeping great yet, and I can't sleep all night on my side yet, meaning I wake up too often. And Lefty still hurts, but... overall, I do call my surgery a success. It's just not quite at the point where I'm tossing confetti and proclaiming miracles. But it's definitely an improvement over the old knees... and things are getting better day by day.