I should have known better. Yesterday I wrote a mostly
upbeat, optimistic essay about how well I was doing and how much less pain I
was in than after the first surgery. I was looking forward to a reasonably fast recovery.
Within minutes – minutes, I say – my knee started to throb.
Throb at a level I hadn’t experienced in months. I ditched the cane. Even with a walker, I could hardly move. Sitting with my leg propped up offered little relief. Sleeping was impossible
until I took an Ambien.
I awoke this morning to no change, though rest and extra
drugs have helped as the day ground on. I am spending most of my time sitting
on a couch with my leg atop a tower of pillows. I’ve doubled the dose of
Dilaudid and, with plenty of rest, the pain has begun to subside.
But what a kick in the face! How silly of me to be
optimistic. Life sucks, pain reigns, and then you die.
And the worst part: all of the above is about my LEFT knee,
the heretofore uncut knee. The right knee, where I just had surgery, is
recovering pretty well. The staples are due to come out tomorrow and I am –
dare I say it – hoping that knee will finally heal properly.
Good thing, as I’ll need it to limp through the next phase
of my life.
Looking pretty good right about now
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