As I write this, I am four days post-op and doing great. Before surgery, I went through the usual shenanigans of waiting followed by insertion of an iv (so much fun, obvi) and then being anesthetized. The last thing I remember is being asked if I was okay--a question I don't believe I ever answered. Next thing I knew, I woke up feeling cold and shaking. I told the nurse that, and she gave me something that made me feel fantastic along with a graham cracker. Being the silly person I am, I asked her if she could make it a s'more, and she said they didn't have any chocolate or marshmallows. I pushed her on that but was still denied. After an even longer wait than before surgery, I was released to go home.
Since then, each day has gotten better and better. I'm now going up and down the stairs with relative ease, and I have not taken a painkiller since post-op day 2. At this point, the brace and crutches seem superfluous, and my leg feels like I could bear a lot more weight than the 20lbs I am allowed to put on it. Nevertheless, I am listening to the Dr.'s orders and following his every instruction. The dressings on my incisions have been taken off, and they look like they are healing well.
In the meantime, I am spending a lot of time stretching, icing, and watching T.V. between visits with friends. The balloons, cards, crepes, helping hands, and kind words have made this experience so much more bearable than I had anticipated. As I've said time and time again, I am so very lucky to be surrounded by such wonderful, supportive people. I hope the next 10 days fly by as quickly as the past four--at that time, I will hopefully be cleared to walk without crutches and without my brace. Here's hoping.
Besito,
A
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