Marilyn here.
While I was in the hospital for the new knee (and again a few days later), I had all kind of ideas for blogs here that would have been hilarious. Problem was, I had nothing to write them down with and the drugs wore off. Which means that not only were they not hilarious, they probably weren’t even coherent.
So instead I’ve been thinking about the brighter side of things. You know, the silver lining that all dark clouds are supposed to have. For example . . .
Con: A 6″ incision smack down the middle of my knee
Pro: Hey, knees are ugly anyway, right? (My plastic surgeon said so.) Besides, in a few more weeks, I’m gonna be moving so fast that no one will be able to keep up, much less see the scar.
Con: Having to wear thick, white, super-duper support TED hose 23 hours a day for three weeks.
Pro: The hose fit so snuggly that my thighs don’t jiggle nearly as much as they normally would.
Con: Physical therapy.
Pro: Narcotics.
Con: Narcotics cause constipation.
Pro: I just had my old knee SAWEDÂ off and replaced with titanium and plastic. I don’t need to be going to the bathroom all the time anyway.
Con: Foley catheter.
Pro: I can drink as much as I want without having to leave the comfort of my bed.
Con: a round of angina that scared the bejeebers out of Bob and me.
Pro: EKGs, scans, echocardiograms and one coronary arteriogram later, now I know my heart is in better shape than a woman of my age with my indulgences has a right to expect.
Marilyn–
LOL…Now that I’ve cleaned my monitor screen…
Great way to look at things.
Things are moving right along.
I’m so proud of you!!
Thank you!
The 2nd night after surgery, the nurse came in with my nighttime meds. I was laughing at something on TV, said a cheery good evening and told her my pain level. She shook her head and said, “I have six new knees on the floor, and you’re the only one who’s not crying at this very moment.”
If I’d cried, I’d've gotten swollen eyes and a stuffy nose, and why add that to the discomfort I already had?
I’m pretty sure I’m gonna love mine as much as you love yours. So far, other than therapy, the absolute worst part of this is riding in the car. I swear, these Oklahoma roads are trying to jar the metal pieces right back out. Years ago, I broke a finger, and the doctor splinted it to the next finger for support. That’s what I feel like I need for the bumps in the road.
Absolutely, Sharon! My current goal is finding ways to do everything I want, along with what I have to do. Right now, sitting outside, listening to the chimes and watching the clouds is as important to me as doing revisions or working on the next book.
And attitude is key to good outcomes. I really believe that!
Well…just be glad I wasn’t there! I am the QUEEN of putting foley’s in!
Wear the hose! Do not make me come up there and lecture you! haha!
And while taking the narcotics, make sure that you drink plenty of fluid and remain as vertical as you can to help with that constipation!