smcsmc727
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First a correction – my wife, who is my brain trust, read my posts and informed me that my surgery was actually last Thursday February 9th. I had posted it was the 8th. Let the record show that today is the 7th day following my right knee replacement.
I had my 2nd Physical Therapy session yesterday, and following that, despite icing, elevation, and playing several versions of “Lets Make A Deal” (Lord, please get me through this and I promise you I’ll devote my life to charitable works, and always put the seat back down on the toilet), despite all that, my knee took on the shape of a baby “Hindenburg.”
I believe it was the German philosopher Friedriche Nietzsche, who along with Kelly Clarkson co-wrote the hit song “Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.” Apparently, neither Freddy or Kelly ever had a knee replacement. If they had the song title would have been, “Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Wish You Were Dead.”
Lest you think I’m feeling sorry for myself, I’m not. Okay, just a little. I knew what I was signing up for. I knew ahead of time I was about to take my own personal journey through Dante’s Divine Comedy.
If you’re not an English Lit major let me break it down for you. In his poem, Dante’s Inferno is an all expense paid vacation for one to, wait for it – HELL! His tour guide, Virgil the Poet, leads Dante through the 9 rings of Hell.
“And on your right are Walmart shoppers, whose punishment is to be forced to stand in the 10 items or less line behind other Walmart shoppers that have full shopping carts, screaming children, and exposed butt cracks.”
Does this clarify for you how I’m feeling this morning? Everything hurts. Everything that’s not supposed to be swollen is swollen. Sleep? What’s that? A fading memory.
Last night I got one good 2 hour chunk of sleep. It ended with a nightmare and cold sweats. I couldn’t get comfortable. I normally sleep on my side and despite multiple experiments with a wall of pillows, I only managed to doze a little.
I know that I have only just begun my descent, I have only encountered one “Ring of Hell.”
Good thing I brought some chips and dip with me, the show’s only just begun.
Come Walker! Time to hasten thee back to thy bed, perchance to sleep. If only…
I had my 2nd Physical Therapy session yesterday, and following that, despite icing, elevation, and playing several versions of “Lets Make A Deal” (Lord, please get me through this and I promise you I’ll devote my life to charitable works, and always put the seat back down on the toilet), despite all that, my knee took on the shape of a baby “Hindenburg.”
I believe it was the German philosopher Friedriche Nietzsche, who along with Kelly Clarkson co-wrote the hit song “Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.” Apparently, neither Freddy or Kelly ever had a knee replacement. If they had the song title would have been, “Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Wish You Were Dead.”
Lest you think I’m feeling sorry for myself, I’m not. Okay, just a little. I knew what I was signing up for. I knew ahead of time I was about to take my own personal journey through Dante’s Divine Comedy.
If you’re not an English Lit major let me break it down for you. In his poem, Dante’s Inferno is an all expense paid vacation for one to, wait for it – HELL! His tour guide, Virgil the Poet, leads Dante through the 9 rings of Hell.
“And on your right are Walmart shoppers, whose punishment is to be forced to stand in the 10 items or less line behind other Walmart shoppers that have full shopping carts, screaming children, and exposed butt cracks.”
Does this clarify for you how I’m feeling this morning? Everything hurts. Everything that’s not supposed to be swollen is swollen. Sleep? What’s that? A fading memory.
Last night I got one good 2 hour chunk of sleep. It ended with a nightmare and cold sweats. I couldn’t get comfortable. I normally sleep on my side and despite multiple experiments with a wall of pillows, I only managed to doze a little.
I know that I have only just begun my descent, I have only encountered one “Ring of Hell.”
Good thing I brought some chips and dip with me, the show’s only just begun.
Come Walker! Time to hasten thee back to thy bed, perchance to sleep. If only…
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Stu! You had me laughing out loud.
Great way to convey your feelings.
), so let me tell you where I am now at 8 weeks.... I can stand for around 30-45 minutes without knowing I will be set back for days. I can sit at my desk (granted, iced and somewhat elevated) for 4-6 hrs at a time with some slight swelling. I can do household tasks like dishes, taking out the trash, and cooking meals. I can walk *almost* at a normal pace from my car to a building. See what I'm getting at here? 'Normal' daily activities won't be an option for a little while - hopefully in your case, a little earlier than me.... But just don't rush it. 
