Today my daughter came by to do some laundry. I asked if she would take me to the grocery store.
After a bit of adjusting–car seat all the way back and me lifting myself half up onto the seat back–I was able to get my straight leg into her car.
A bit of grocery shopping, a quick stop to buy a tomato plant, and then home again, jiggity jig (ha, I can barely walk let alone do even a bad jig).
That was the first outing since surgery and now my knee is protesting. Thus the “rest” part.
It’s a lovely day in the mid-70s, so perfect for an outdoor rest.
Day 4 after knee surgery and my motto is elevate and ice.
And since it is in the mid 90s here, ice is always welcome.
Pain is semi-tolerable, but I eased off pain meds when I got quite nauseous. Nothing worse than vomiting when you can’t make it to the vomitorium in a timely manner.
Feeling better today so just eating toast and drinking fluids. Here’s to a better recovery!
I was driving to work for my very last day. And I got a flat tire. Not just a low tire pressure warning, but the thunka-thunka kind of flat tire. Thank goodness for AAA. I had the spare on and made it to my very last day at work only one hour late.
Was the flat tire a sign? Oh yeah. No more 52 miles round trip drive to work.
I had an appointment at the end of the day, so could not get the flat fixed that day. Never fear as I planned to get it done first thing the next morning. My knee surgery was planned for the afternoon so morning was a good time to deal with it.
But alas, plans changed. I got a phone call at 7:30 in the morning asking if I could come in earlier for surgery.
“When?” I asked.
“How soon can I get here?” they responded.
So instead of getting the tire fixed and doing a few last minute things, I was in surgery at 10:15. Way earlier than the previously planned 3:30.
Now I am getting ready to take another pain pill and sink back into oblivion.
(BTW – I had to reread this post and make several edits. If there are errors, I plead WUI – writing under the influence.)