Day 11: Sleep, Love and Understanding
Many aspects of recovering from TKR are difficult. It's not enough that the knees are angry and demanding, the bowels also go on strike. And sleep... sleep becomes a battlefield.
Mr. Shoes and I share a bed. It's been a lovely arrangement until now, but my knees have become a third party of sorts. Making my knees happy involves sacrifices: I'm a side sleeper, but the knees want me on my back; Mr. Shoes like to sleep on the left side of the bed, but I must sleep on that side now because it's better for using the walker to get to the bathroom; elevation is good for the knees, but if I raise the foot of our bed, Mr. Shoes gets an angry, aggravated hip. Sleep is the new bane of our existence.
Little by little, we're coming up with solutions. The bed stays flat... much to the relief of Mr. Shoes hip. Instead of raising the foot of the bed, I use my contour leg elevator all night. That makes my knees happy. If I need to raise my head, I use pillows. `
Last night, we got six hours of sleep interrupted only by a bathroom break. That was me. I'm still hydrating like a water witch. In addition to the trauma of surgery itself, there's blood loss to recover from. Also drinking plenty of fluids helps the body flush out that nasty swelling that builds up in the healing knee.
My legs are noticeable less swollen today. There was stiffness upon waking up, but once I got moving around--taking my shower, getting dressed, going downstairs to get breakfast--the stiffness was mostly gone. Some mild pain upon going down the stairs. Much less pain, in fact, than prior to surgery.
Taking a restful day today. Tomorrow I see the OS and have my first appointment with PT. A new phase in recovery is beginning.