Thanks for all your well wishes on my knee surgery yesterday. Brian took this photo of me in pre-op. The nurse from the hospital called me the day before and told me the doctor's schedule had changed. I had to be at the hospital at 6 a.m. and I was first in line for surgery at 7:30. Fine with me - I wanted it over as soon as possible.
Good news was that the surgery itself was only 24 minutes and all went smoothly. I remember dreaming while I was under general anesthesia, but couldn't tell you what the heck the dreams were about now. They had me up and walking (with crutches) in a couple of hours. Then I was able to go home.
I felt fine all day yesterday. No pain, just a little discomfort and more tired than anything. Animals are so perceptive. My three fur babies stayed with me on the bed pretty much the whole day.
Today, day two, has been a little different. I felt OK this morning, but then the pain hit around noon. I can really feel it in the front of my knee where the incisions are. I guess I shouldn't be surprised - I think with any surgery that days two and three are usually the worst, from what I remember. The nurse called me today for follow-up and told me that I need to be up every hour, walking around for about 5 minutes. I am using crutches and walking verry slowly, but able to put some weight on my foot with every step. Otherwise, I've been propped up in bed with my knee elevated and icing it every few hours. And this sweet boy, Zippo (who will be 18 in May) has loved being my constant companion.
Other than that, I'm in good hands with Brian off work and taking care of me. And my mom stopped by this morning and brought us a big pot of her beef stew. That was so appreciated. We'll all have a wonderful dinner tonight. Thanks again to all of you for your good thoughts and prayers. I am looking forward to complete healing, but I know I have to be patient and just remember it's one day at a time.