Had my knee surgery Friday.
This is how I walked in.
This is how I hoped to walk out.
This is why I'm somewhere in between.
Apparently, I've got a groove gouged out of my kneecap which was what was causing much of the pain. He cleaned out the debris, but the only way to repair the kneecap is to replace it. --not something I'll be doing any time soon.
I can live with the pain a while longer. At least I know the extent of the damage now.
All's well that ends well, but I am bored waiting on my gam to heal well enough for me to get back to work. There is brush to burn, dirt to move and rooms to be painted. I am getting antsy as the list keeps growing.
The first day after surgery was not particularly pleasant, (side effects of the meds) but I feel fine today--other than that chipped bone. Greg, the warden is watching my every move because he doesn't trust me to stay put. I think he stole my to-do list too.
The only funny moment came pre-surgery when the attending nurse asked me if I had a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) order. I laughed and said no, but added: "Now if my husband comes around and says, do no resuscitate, don't believe him!"
Them husbands are wily.
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