I woke up feeling pretty good, the pain was isolated to my knee and seemed doable, so I've been taking this window of opportunity to get some things done. I arranged for the insurance co to talk to the physical therapy people. I feel On Top of Things. It's so odd, because last night I couldn't have felt worse emotionally. I was just totally down in the dumps and not very functional. I went to bed and it helped to sleep all the way through the night without having to wake up and stumble into the bathroom in the middle of the night with my walker.
My father arrives today and I wish I had a ride from the airport for him. He's going to rent a car and then give it back. I bet taking a cab would be cheaper than that but he'll do it the way he does it and that's that, so I'm not really touching that one. I think I'll stagger around the house and clean it up a bit so that my father isn't too repelled when he gets here, or thinks that he has to do something that he doesn't. I want a contented dad.
Last night I said to my sister that I thought I'd been issued a lemon at birth, and she was shocked that I would say that about myself. It's actually kind of true, though.
Seems like many post-op patients become depressed, especially if one has the propensity. Melinda, my roomie at CRMS, has a serious heart condition and she tends to feel damaged.
You'll be getting back to your old self soon enough, or rather your new self which has been much more upbeat lately, with a new knee.
Posted by: Roodigirl | January 17, 2012 at 12:13 PM
I hope everything gets better for you, Keep strong and keep on going.
Posted by: Tree Surgeons in London | January 18, 2012 at 07:42 AM