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Days 04 to 71, Post Knee Surgery

I know, I haven’t been keeping a daily journal of my house arrest. And that’s due to several really good reasons. First of all, the week of Day 03 was completely blurry. I’d developed a serious allergic reaction to the anesthesia as well as to the Hydrocodone prescribed for my pain. I ran a very high fever and my entire body was flushed red with rash. Icing on the cake? I was having problems breathing. We dashed (or rather, hobbled) to the doctor’s and I was given some additional meds for the violent nausea as well as the fever, all of which just made me loopy so I basically slept through that entire week. When I finally came to, the rash was gone. The fever had subsided. I could breathe normally again. And all that was left was the actual knee pain (yeah, it’s tenacious). Pain aside, mobility was greatly limited. Each time I tried to walk normally, my knee refused to co-operate. Each time I tried bending it, I felt as though my knee …

Day 02

Fret not, this is will not be a whiny continuation of yesterday’s post. Yes, I’m still under house arrest and, yes, still in quite a frightful load of pain but neverending pity parties aren’t much fun. Not for the host. Not for the guest, right? We attempted to shower today, and it was an acrobatic experience involving crutches, foldable step and bar counter stool. Another necessary prop was the trusty Cling-wrap. I finally saw what the surgeon had done and understood the pain levels. There were three deep incisions instead of the two I’d expected. There was quite a bit of bruising and bleeding; the gauze pads were crusty with dried blood. But everything looks as though it’s as it should be, so I’m relieved 🙂 here’s to surviving another day tomorrow without going out of my mind with boredom.   This is, afterall, a day-by-day chronicle of my situation so the photo had to be shared.

Day 01

So begins my first day of house arrest. Day 01/90 to be precise. What was supposed to be an easy knee surgery to repair a torn meniscus evolved into something far more elaborate. Cutting and reconstructing of ligaments. Drilling of holes. Oy. For the next three months, there shall be none of this.And none of this. None of this either.Or this.Definitely none of that. Or any of this. Sigh.Just this.And this for now.House arrest sucks.   Whiny Sheela signing off