Thanks so much my co-bonesmarties.
Had a good cry

then went to sleep, much much later than usual. Too many thoughts.
Can't say I'm missing sleep. On past nights it I've been sleeping midnight to 7 a.m.
I'm missing some sympathy from outside of the forum.
There's probably a lack of understanding as to how major this operation is.

I have even 'heard' insinuating comments that I did this to myself by staying overweight so long.
Moreover 'accusing' (so I interpreted the tone) why I had not tried the suggested injections of x,y or z that had helped the aunty, their best friend and/or neighbour to stave away the operation.

And then the proverbial stories of the man who could ski after 4 months or the lady who went on a pilgrimage walk of 300 km 10 weeks after.

My DH hears other such stories and brings these home. Perhaps he is trying to motivate me but it had backfired last night.
I did threaten that I'd be putting a really tight ace bandage on one knee and ask him to live with it for 16 waking hours. No, i won't do that, of course not. But cranky me says things like that.
Because of the Rivaroxaban meds I must take another 10 days, I'm full of bruises. Just a tiny bump somewhere and BAM a bruise forms.
Even where the crutches meet my arms, I have bruises. Hard to dare go anywhere in this heat too. Got plenty of looks as I sat at café with an icepack on my knee. I think due to bruises (and crutches) some people think I was in an accident?

My daughter hasn't called in 2 weeks. Sigh.

Some people I thought were friends, haven't called or emailed.

So it was an accumulation which led to a solo pity party.

Thanks for letting me vent. Thanks that there's this forum. How in the world did people manage this just 2 decades ago?