Three Months: Morning After Thoughts
So I woke up this morning and both knees are ever so slightly sore and I had a few thoughts. One is that there's a difference between stiff and sore. My knees are not especially
stiff. This is new and may not mean anything, because it could be that by being sore, my knees simply aren't feeling the
stiff. So naturally I'm thinking about the sore. As sore goes, it's really very little, but just new enough I feel compelled to figure it out.
Perhaps it's because of that longer walk yesterday, though I'm thinking not. This doesn't feel like walking sore and I did a short walk this morning, just to loosen them up--right?--but it's
stiff that loosens, not sore. So nothing much happened. No
stiff and still a little sore. But I'm walking just fine, that aside. So while it could be that the coffee run to Wawa did it, I'm not convinced. There's another possibility.
Last night Mr. Shoes and I enjoyed a marathon session of connubial bliss. Mind you, we've been connubially blissful since the end of week 3--["Should we be doing this?" "I don't know, but it's working, so let's keep doing it!"]--but have been ever so mindful of, yes, the knees.
The knees, you see, started out quite fussy about things like positioning, and moving around, and, well, just about everything. If you've had TKR, you know what I mean. Just multiply it times two for both knees. And Lefty has been a pill until very recently. This last week, however, Lefty has been a happy camper, and one just assumes a happy camper means all systems are go. And they were. Playful is as playful does, and one thing leads to another, to another, and all of it's good. And it was. Good time had by all, including my legs and knees, which got massaged and handled and didn't complain at all. Not once.
This morning, though... a little sore. Is it because I laid on my front for that lovely massage? I hadn't done that since my surgery, much less for so long. At one point I did need to bend my knees because they just seemed to want that. So maybe lying on my tummy. Was it the massage itself? At no point were my knees squeezed, merely stroked with oil, but it could be that the deeper massage of the calf and thigh muscles disturbed whatever is healing near the joints. So maybe massage. As for the rest of the encounter... Lord only knows. It's not like I was cataloguing movements. Nothing hurt, and yet perhaps there was some strain at some point, some minor stretch, some new contortion in the way we moved. Whatever happened, the results were worth it.
So this morning I'm icing slightly sore knees which don't hurt at all until I bend them, and thinking that having replaced knees means having entirely new sets of clues to decipher about just where my body is at.
When I was two, I deciphered clues about whether or not I needed to use the potty. When I was a teen, I deciphered clues about whether or not I was in love. Ten years ago I deciphered clues about whether or not I was in menopause... though it turned out to be menopause
and endometrial cancer. This time, though, it's just clues about the current status of my newest body parts.
All systems are still go. Today, though, just a little sore.
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Your recovery continues to inspire, encourage and amaze!
I remember back around week 3-4 when my OS sent me his exercise guidelines and one was to walk 1000 feet, 3 times a day. I was still using a walker, and my first thought was "You've got to be kidding." At the time, I thought I was doing good walking to the bathroom... and back. 
So grateful to this forum for preparing me, and knowing what to buy, what to expect. I have to say I am rather tired of the gasping and expressions on someone"s face when i say I am having both down at once 
