TeeDee
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Here I am, at this hour almost six days out from RTKR on January 5th. Observations...
There is NO feeling to equal the moment the Poop Fairy arrives, in my case yesterday, five days and a half days after the last visit. Oh, but the hours before were miserable. I've not given birth, but surely there's some shared experience in having waves of peristalsis/contractions ripple through ones' body, waiting for it to pass and praying with every fiber of ones' being to Get This Out Of Me.
The most invaluable advice people have offered was to buy a leg lifter. I practiced with it before surgery and from right after, it was very empowering to be able to haul my log leg here and there. The people at the hospital and nursing home were puzzled and delighted at the notion of a patient figuring out a thing that would make their lives easier. I was happy because it gave me a sense of control over my body which meant there were fewer opportunities of pcking my leg up and hurting it.
I had pretty light anesthesia during the op, but it didn't matter up to the point when I started feeling the internal stitches being sewn (pinchy) and the staples being put in.
There were as people warn those feelings right after of "This isn't at all what I prepared for," but it is what it is.
On a CPM machine now which is soothing until the part when it straightens.
There is NO feeling to equal the moment the Poop Fairy arrives, in my case yesterday, five days and a half days after the last visit. Oh, but the hours before were miserable. I've not given birth, but surely there's some shared experience in having waves of peristalsis/contractions ripple through ones' body, waiting for it to pass and praying with every fiber of ones' being to Get This Out Of Me.
The most invaluable advice people have offered was to buy a leg lifter. I practiced with it before surgery and from right after, it was very empowering to be able to haul my log leg here and there. The people at the hospital and nursing home were puzzled and delighted at the notion of a patient figuring out a thing that would make their lives easier. I was happy because it gave me a sense of control over my body which meant there were fewer opportunities of pcking my leg up and hurting it.
I had pretty light anesthesia during the op, but it didn't matter up to the point when I started feeling the internal stitches being sewn (pinchy) and the staples being put in.
There were as people warn those feelings right after of "This isn't at all what I prepared for," but it is what it is.
On a CPM machine now which is soothing until the part when it straightens.