Post Op Day 2

 Today is supposed to be the worst day before things magically start to get better. Tomorrow I get to shower and I’m looking forward to it. I’m itchy and feeling gross- so even just a quick shower sounds very appealing to me. 

My husband showed me pictures of my surgery last night. Dr G took plenty of them while he was in there. The amount of arthritis and bone shards covering my kneecap was shocking. No wonder I’ve been in so much pain for so long. I wasn’t promised a miracle by a long shot, but I was told he’d do is best. After all, that’s why doctors practice medicine - they’re always learning, always growing, nothing is ever the same way twice. 

I’ve been trying to stay up on the meds to keep on top of the pain. I think the worst part is when I try to bend my knee and then I remember, I’m in an immobilizer and I can’t do that just yet. For the most part, I feel ok. There’s a lot of pressure around my knee, which obviously makes sense. I don’t like when I have to get up for the bathroom. Moving my knee/leg takes an enormous amount of strength and determination. I can’t move too fast or too slow or I feel strain down my leg. 

I cry a lot. A lot more than I thought I would be. I’m also bored a lot. I can’t move very far or very fast, and I’m on bed rest so being in many places isn’t an option at the moment. But, I miss being with my kids and my husband. I cherish when they come to the room to chat with me or show me projects and toys. Jon tries not to let me be alone for too long, but I know the kids keep him on his toes. 


He’s been a champion. I wake up in the middle of the night for meds or bathroom “runs” and he does it all without complaining. Unfortunately, our kids keep climbing in the bed with us, which effectively kicks him out once I wake up, so I’ve tried to postpone waking him as long as possible. Fortunately, our living room furniture is incredibly comfortable. 

There’s not a lot else going on but I did promise myself to try and write daily. I think it’ll be good to come back and see how far I made it once I’m further down the road. 


Notable mentions to my best friends: H for sending a care package and R for keeping me from being too depressed. H checks on me and the kids daily (she lives in Michigan). She sent a wonderful care package, full of goodies for all of us in the house. Toys for the kids, healing gifts for me- an ice pack, a book, snacks, and a gift of door dash or Uber Eats for Jon which I know he appreciates. R lives in North Carolina and has kept my phone full of reels and memes, as well as conversation of her sweet 2 year old and his antics. 


My mom has also checked in regularly, without being too overbearing. Most of my family lives in Michigan so I’m not able to seek the physical comfort of loved ones. 

I think that’s basically it for today but maybe I’ll come back to share how the rest of today goes. 

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