Again, great feedback on the exercise issue, and thanks for the compliments on what humor I've injected in some of my posts.
Here's the 8 week update - Since my last post I was able to get off the hydrocodone, which in turn enabled me to stop taking nightly doses of Milk of Magnesia. For one day I used Tylenol Extra Strength, starting with two 500 mg tablets every 6 hours. After a day of that I stopped taking them because I wanted to see where I was at with the pain. On that front I'm in good shape. On a 10 point scale I'd say my pain now is 1-2 without pain meds, and that disappears with a little icing. My knee seems a little more sensitive to touch now that I'm off pain meds, and that contributes to not sleeping well because in bed I toss and turn a lot - I'm a spinner, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, I'm a sinner.
I am somewhere in the middle in terms of what the prevailing advice here has been, namely, take it easy, give your body a chance to heal, and what my doctor has directed me to do. My natural inclination is to push myself. But, I've tried to pull back. I only go to the gym a couple times a week and when I do, I only do one exercise and not to any extreme. I may bike a little, or walk a little and that's it. Some days a household chore will take the place of formal exercise.
Pluses and Minuses - 2 months of little sleep wears on you. I've always slept poorly, but once I retired I supplemented it with afternoon naps. Now, I can't seem to nap much. Every few days sheer exhaustion from lack of sleep takes over and I konk out - sadly it's mostly while watching TV in the evening with my wife. Her current mantra is, "Stu, are you sleeping?" Sometimes I am wide away with my eyes open but if I've been quiet for any length of time, she does that sleep check.
On the plus side is my weight loss. This morning I was awake at 1:40 AM and felt I needed to put an ice pack on my knee for a while. I got up and went into the kitchen and while I was there I moseyed into the living room, where I have temporarily put our scale (no room in our small bathrooms).
I got on it and to my delight saw that I was down to 169.4 lbs. That's the first time in several decades that I've been in the 160's. Before the surgery I had been up to 198 lbs. My wife is trying to lose weight as well, but without the benefit of a diminished appetite (thank you Hydrocodone), it's harder for her. She's funny. She thinks once I lose the gut, that hundreds of women will suddenly find me attractive and start chasing me.
Okay, reality check: I'm short, I started out 5'5", but there has been "shrinkage." I'm also bald. I've tried to reassure her that a) no one but her thinks I'm this fantastic looking guy, and b) I'm too old to break in anyone else, and c) I love her and have no desire to look for wife #4 (yep I did the marriage trifecta - the last one took - we've been together over 18 years).
The negatives right now: 1) Lack of sleep - "nights are the worse - I hate them" b) stiffness and pain - everything brings on swelling 3) It just seems like I'm stalling out at the same stage. I keep waiting for some change. One magical night two weeks ago my knee went down a little and I slept an hour or two more. But then the beautiful carriage turned back into a pumpkin and my knee blimped up again and with it crappy sleep returned. (I have nick-named my knee, The Hindenburg.) c) Probably due to lack of sleep, the emotional wear and tear as a result of this prolonged "torture" has left me semi-vulnerable emotionally. I find I am oversharing on Facebook, and have become the TMI king. Also, silly things like sentimental movies, bring me to near tears quicker than ever before. You stay away from me with that Titanic DVD! Back! Back!
I have a great doctor who listens to what I share with him. I am seeing him on Monday and I kept a log of all of my activity since the surgery, as well as a list of questions to ask him. ("Do you think these pants make me look fat?") In the meantime, stayed tuned.