FrogFeathers
post-grad
- Joined
- May 25, 2009
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- Age
- 55
- Location
- Southern Wisconsin
- Gender
- Female
- Country
United States
I thought I was doing so great. I've stopped taking the OTC meds ("arthritis strength acetaminophen" which is 650 mgs, I take two) during the day- except when needed. Two days last week, I walked a mile for exercise.
I've stood up to cook dinner and I've baked cookies (something I couldn't do for three years- the cookies, not the dinner). I've walked through the grocery store unassisted (without the cane). I've been going up the stairs using both knees and I sometimes come down the steps using both (it depends on how fast I need to get downstairs because using both takes longer right now).
My appetite has returned (in a good way, of course). I don't have that horrible stiffness when I get to my feet after sitting for an extended amount of time. For a while there, I'd have to stand up and take a few moments to let my knee straighten and ease up a bit. Then I could start to walk and those first few steps were always slow and stiff-legged. If I walk slow enough, I don't even limp (but really, who can walk that slow? I've got stuff to do, dangit).
But, after I did my Tuesday walk last week, I skipped Wednesday, not wanting to push too hard. Thursday, I walked again. Saturday rolled around and I could barely muster the energy to get out of bed. There was no way I could get my trainers on and get out the door for a mile walk. I had to go to the store and I ended up having to use my cane before I was halfway through. I go through some days all right, but then other days, I'm so mind-numbingly exhausted, all I want to do is take a nap after I wake up from one.
Sunday and Monday, my arthritis flared up badly (in my other knee and my hand/fingers and both wrists). My surgical knee even ached as if it had arthritis. Today, I was still sore, but felt more "human".
I get worried... I'm worried that I'm not going to heal all the way and I'll be stuck like this forever. I fear that I'll be stuck being this fat, disgusting blob for the rest of my life. I liked my life so much more when I wasn't this big. And because I can live with pain (as I've done for the better part of five years or more), I feel angry that the fat thing is what I'm worried about. And in turn, that makes me feel shallow and self-centered.
My husband doesn't have the mental capacity to deal with how I feel. (he had a stroke 14 years ago- so he either can't deal or doesn't want to deal- either way, I don't really have anyone to lean on for support). My kids (who are all teens, the oldest is almost 20) are kids and it isn't their job to deal with me, so I try not to bother them too much. (My son, 17 years old, already does things for me, like taking out the dogs and going to the store with me to cut down on my actual walking time there).
I hope this is normal. I hope that everything is healing good. I almost can't stand to read other people's stories anymore because I'm four months out from my surgery and they've got less time than I have. They're bending more, doing more, living more. I'm just happy to bend to 105/110 and my biggest accomplishment is that I cooked dinner for my family.
Its been a very disappointing week.
I've stood up to cook dinner and I've baked cookies (something I couldn't do for three years- the cookies, not the dinner). I've walked through the grocery store unassisted (without the cane). I've been going up the stairs using both knees and I sometimes come down the steps using both (it depends on how fast I need to get downstairs because using both takes longer right now).
My appetite has returned (in a good way, of course). I don't have that horrible stiffness when I get to my feet after sitting for an extended amount of time. For a while there, I'd have to stand up and take a few moments to let my knee straighten and ease up a bit. Then I could start to walk and those first few steps were always slow and stiff-legged. If I walk slow enough, I don't even limp (but really, who can walk that slow? I've got stuff to do, dangit).
But, after I did my Tuesday walk last week, I skipped Wednesday, not wanting to push too hard. Thursday, I walked again. Saturday rolled around and I could barely muster the energy to get out of bed. There was no way I could get my trainers on and get out the door for a mile walk. I had to go to the store and I ended up having to use my cane before I was halfway through. I go through some days all right, but then other days, I'm so mind-numbingly exhausted, all I want to do is take a nap after I wake up from one.
Sunday and Monday, my arthritis flared up badly (in my other knee and my hand/fingers and both wrists). My surgical knee even ached as if it had arthritis. Today, I was still sore, but felt more "human".
I get worried... I'm worried that I'm not going to heal all the way and I'll be stuck like this forever. I fear that I'll be stuck being this fat, disgusting blob for the rest of my life. I liked my life so much more when I wasn't this big. And because I can live with pain (as I've done for the better part of five years or more), I feel angry that the fat thing is what I'm worried about. And in turn, that makes me feel shallow and self-centered.
My husband doesn't have the mental capacity to deal with how I feel. (he had a stroke 14 years ago- so he either can't deal or doesn't want to deal- either way, I don't really have anyone to lean on for support). My kids (who are all teens, the oldest is almost 20) are kids and it isn't their job to deal with me, so I try not to bother them too much. (My son, 17 years old, already does things for me, like taking out the dogs and going to the store with me to cut down on my actual walking time there).
I hope this is normal. I hope that everything is healing good. I almost can't stand to read other people's stories anymore because I'm four months out from my surgery and they've got less time than I have. They're bending more, doing more, living more. I'm just happy to bend to 105/110 and my biggest accomplishment is that I cooked dinner for my family.
Its been a very disappointing week.