Today marks the two week anniversary of the birth of my new knee. Like most newborns, it has its good moments and its not so good moments. Sometimes it is all smiley and happy and giving me lots of love, and at other times it is just downright cranky.
I have been very proud of myself for getting by on tylenol and ibuprofen. No one thought I could do it, but I am made of pretty tough stuff. Well, that is until I get to physical therapy and even there, until today I have been able to grit my teeth and bear it. Today was the breaking point. My physical therapist made me cry. It was spontaneous, couldn't stop myself, crying. I mean, I didn't wail or gnash my teeth, but I did cry. My sister, who was waiting for me heard it and started to jump up and deck someone. Thank goodness she restrained herself.
Physical therapy after knee replacement is never fun, but they usually tell you to take a narcotic pain killer an hour before the session. As I can't take narcotic pain killers, I am going in there with my gloves off, so to speak. So, I will be working really hard at home over the next three days to get my knee to bend more. That way I can cry in the privacy of my own room.
My sister and I decided I definitely needed an outing and decided to have lunch out. (my favorite thing to do)
Oh yum, Saul Goods here we come. I really am on my way. I'm just a little slowed down because of the walker.
Yes please, I'll have the grilled tuna salad wrap with seasoned fries.
Ahhhh!!!! I am feeling like a human being again, but I think this has been a pretty full day and I hear a nap calling my name.