Rayna
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Tomorrow makes 5 weeks since my surgery. This post will just be a "point in time" record so I can keep track of how I'm progressing.
After getting back on an around-the-clock schedule of taking Tylenol last week, my pain is under control again. In fact, I hardly have any. Swelling and tightness after walking, after sitting, and after standing is the main issue. I elevate and rest after each activity. ( It usually leads to a nap.) My surgeon says no icing until six weeks, so this is my only remedy until next week.
I had an at-home PT for the first 4 weeks, and she was great. She scrupulously followed my surgeon's hands-off, no intense exercise protocol. She just helped me figure things out (like how to manage our low toilets), answered questions, and helped me with my gait when I went from a walker to a cane. She said I had gained enough flexion to be able to walk without a limp, but I needed to pay attention to not limping. I use the cane very little now, only when I first get out of bed in the morning mostly. And if I can ever leave the house, I'll take it with me then.
Generally, I am patient with the recovery process, except when I'm not. I had the blues a bit yesterday and a bad case of the if-onlys: if only there wasn't so much snow and ice, I could walk outside; if only I could drive, I could run errands and get a haircut; if only I could do all the things I want to do. I'm at that stage I always come to after being incapacitated by illness or coming through a crisis. I have just enough energy and focus to start taking care of things that dropped to floor while I was out of commission, but not enough to get very far, and so I feel overwhelmed and unhappy with my self.
My husband has not had an easy time lately, and it pushes me to the limits of my resources to know how to help him at a time when I need help too. The other day he had an episode where he was face-down on the floor, soaked with sweat, and unable to get up. I got the walker I'm no longer using and held it steady while he gradually got his hands on it and pulled himself up. Then I helped him into dry clothes and made sure he ate something. He's diabetic and I think his blood sugar had gotten too low. I'm glad I was able to help him, but I did get on the pity pot for a while -- why is everything so hard? Why can't I just focus on myself and be taken care of? The only cure for that is gratitude, so then I work on that.
Sleep is a problem for me as it is for so many here. It helps to know that it's a common problem in recovery from a TKR. I take Ambien whenever I can, on nights when I don't need to be up and dressed early in the morning. If I don't take Ambien, I'm up all night, and that's when I read the recovery threads here. There are enough people who've had problems develop with their knees after an easy start that I don't take for granted my own trouble-free recovery so far. I realize I have a long way to go and anything can happen, but I'm hopeful that my recovery will continue as it started.
After getting back on an around-the-clock schedule of taking Tylenol last week, my pain is under control again. In fact, I hardly have any. Swelling and tightness after walking, after sitting, and after standing is the main issue. I elevate and rest after each activity. ( It usually leads to a nap.) My surgeon says no icing until six weeks, so this is my only remedy until next week.
I had an at-home PT for the first 4 weeks, and she was great. She scrupulously followed my surgeon's hands-off, no intense exercise protocol. She just helped me figure things out (like how to manage our low toilets), answered questions, and helped me with my gait when I went from a walker to a cane. She said I had gained enough flexion to be able to walk without a limp, but I needed to pay attention to not limping. I use the cane very little now, only when I first get out of bed in the morning mostly. And if I can ever leave the house, I'll take it with me then.
Generally, I am patient with the recovery process, except when I'm not. I had the blues a bit yesterday and a bad case of the if-onlys: if only there wasn't so much snow and ice, I could walk outside; if only I could drive, I could run errands and get a haircut; if only I could do all the things I want to do. I'm at that stage I always come to after being incapacitated by illness or coming through a crisis. I have just enough energy and focus to start taking care of things that dropped to floor while I was out of commission, but not enough to get very far, and so I feel overwhelmed and unhappy with my self.
My husband has not had an easy time lately, and it pushes me to the limits of my resources to know how to help him at a time when I need help too. The other day he had an episode where he was face-down on the floor, soaked with sweat, and unable to get up. I got the walker I'm no longer using and held it steady while he gradually got his hands on it and pulled himself up. Then I helped him into dry clothes and made sure he ate something. He's diabetic and I think his blood sugar had gotten too low. I'm glad I was able to help him, but I did get on the pity pot for a while -- why is everything so hard? Why can't I just focus on myself and be taken care of? The only cure for that is gratitude, so then I work on that.
Sleep is a problem for me as it is for so many here. It helps to know that it's a common problem in recovery from a TKR. I take Ambien whenever I can, on nights when I don't need to be up and dressed early in the morning. If I don't take Ambien, I'm up all night, and that's when I read the recovery threads here. There are enough people who've had problems develop with their knees after an easy start that I don't take for granted my own trouble-free recovery so far. I realize I have a long way to go and anything can happen, but I'm hopeful that my recovery will continue as it started.
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