So, here I am, thought I'd give an update. Also, sorry if I've been distant or short with anyone, as of late.
Here are some pics for you:
Pre-Op
Two Days Post-Op
So yeah, the first one is from right before I went under, and the second one is from my post-op check-up. Kinda nasty, right? I admit it, it is. In a way, it doesn't even feel like a part of me, an "other". Although, I realize this kind of thinking can be dangerous and also disloyal. This is my knee. This is a part of who I am, and that's awesome. And besides, it won't be like this forever. This isn't my first time either. I've done it before, I'll do it again.
Lately I've been lying in bed. litterally. I've been alternating between sleeping, computering, and attempting. Sleep comes naturally and readily (I am so so thankful for that btw), as does computering (yes I just made that up. Shakespeare did and so can I), but attempting can be a bit difficult (as the name implies).
Attempting:
Attempting to sit-up in bed for extended periods of time: mildly successful.
I find that sitting in my bed is difficult because it takes energy that I don't have, to get comfortable -- and since I can't really get comfortable leaning against the wall, I'm always moving, and that is kinda painful.
Attempting to make food: not really successful
It takes ridiculous amounts of energy to put on my brace, find my crutches, and hobble around striving to make food without any hands (crutches take those away); luckily, I have loving housemates who check on me and make me food sometimes. Although, I did make a sandwhich today. Almost made pasta. I think that's progression xD
Attempting to be social: meh.
I've actually been out of "the den" (aka my bed) a few times to meet people. That was exhausting; but exciting, well-needed, and well-worth it. I'm sure I appeared high when I saw them, but oh well.
But other then that, I feel I should have been calling people with updates, and I haven't. Again, sorry.
Attempting to shower: awkward.
Yes, yes, I know. Why would I talk about this? It isn't pleasant or socially acceptable and blah blah blah almost everything inside me is protesting against the letters I'm typing. But oh well, this is my blog and if you're uncomfortable with the truth that that sucks.
So yeah, I wasn't allowed to get the surgical site wet for two days after surgery, so I didn't shower then; also, considering I was a delirious vegetable, showering wouldn't have been the best idea anyway. But TODAY. TODAY I DID IT. It took a full hour, with many needed breaks. But heck yeah, I'm clean and I love it. Also I put on jean shorts and a t-shirt after-wards, which is a step-up from my spandex shorts and sports bra I've been sporting lately. Yay for modesty.
It's small things, you know? You don't realize that getting out of bed, stepping into a shower, walking to the fridge -- you don't realize that these things are freakin amazing until you can't do them anymore. But enough of my melodrama. I'm fine, I'm breathing, and I have firmly decided to put off any stressing, worrying, and self-pity until monday.
So yeah. That's about it with me. I've also been attempting at doing homework, have gotten myself off the narcotic drugs the doc gave me (hasn't been much pain, thankfully), and have caught up on my two new shows (Downton Abbey and The Red Band Society).
See ya later, Alligators.
(Post Script: The Red Band Society has gotten me through some tough moments, maybe because I feel I relate to the show. It isn't a perfect representation of hospitals, it has flaws; but, it's kinda incredible. Hope it stays strong...)
A RATHER TECHNICAL POST POST SRCIPT: for those interested in the technicalities of it all, I'll say this: the stitches are dissolvable, the surgery was done mostly arthroscopicly, and I did not get a nerve block. The surgery was mainly preventative. I have a have had several dislocations and issues in the past, and they have messed up some cartilage and stuff. It can most easily be described as a ticking-time bomb: I go about my life, waiting for my next dislocation or subluxation, knowing more damage will be caused. Hopefully this surgery will be the last and no complications will ensue. Oh and I'm in a locked brace and crutches until further notice, I see my doc again in two weeks -- which is when I hope he will ok PT and no crutches. Wish me luck!
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