Two weeks and two days later.
I'm leaving the rehab facility tomorrow to go home. I had considered going home after the surgery and am so glad I changed my mind. Getting my pain meds in order and beginning rehab were foremost in my mind after surgery and I could not have done this at home. The oxycodone my surgeon prescribed was too strong, it only made me sick most of the time. The Physician Assistant here at rehab specializees in drugs and their interactions, and changed me to norco, instead, which has worked great for me. He also reworked medicines for my stomach, from pepcid to prylosec to offset the ecotrin prescribed by my surgeon. I also take ibuprofen three times a day. Except for before therapy in the morning, I've been able to get by with taking the norco at night, unless therapy or walking has been too strenuous.
As for rehab, today my ROM was 100 for both knees, and extension was 3 (L) and 6 (R). it has been an intense therapy, but I don't think I'd be able to walk around without a walker or cane if I had stayed at home. The therapy is rough but they don't allow the pain to be unbearable. I can walk pretty good distances around the facility, but because my left knee gave out a few times several days ago, I'm using the walker for longer walks and then the cane, or nothing in my room.
When I saw the surgeon yesterday, he was very impressed with the progress and the x-rays showed what he called perfect implants. They are mirror images of each other in the standing x-ray, and he just kept shaking his head at my walking, standing, and movement.
I expected a great deal more pain. I didn't expect that when I stood up that I would feel no pain and could just start out walking. I hadn't been able to do that for several years. The PT told me today that outpatient therapy will be more intense. I'm not sure what to expect, as this has seemed intense to me already. But I have a stationery bike at home, so will utilize that, and only have to come here two or three times a week.
In the meantime, my sweet husband learned today that he may have to begin dialysis in the near future. My knees seem so unimportant at that news, but I feel confident that if that day comes, I'm more ready, physically, to be there for him. At this point, I want to be able to remain hopeful and trust God in all things. There was a gospel singer here today and I listened to her for a while. A song she sang was 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus' and that's where I am today.