I have received a lot of sweet emails, texts, and calls over the past few days, so I thought I’d do a quick update on my progress. I’m doing better than expected and reaching the goals set out for me by in-home therapy.
In knee speak, I’m at a 0 degree extension (straight leg) and 104 degree flexion at the one-week point which is pretty darn good, if I say so myself. I had read a lot of books ahead of time about bending my knee just hours after surgery even though one may not want to. That seems to have set me on a good path in terms of my flexion.
Not all is sunny and bright. I still cannot lift my leg on my own, which is, my therapist tells me, fairly common. She explained, in some sort of medical-ese, about signals not being able to get to my quad, blah blah blah, because of inflammation from the surgery. That should come around within the next few weeks. Weeks?! It does make for difficult mobility, but I am determined.
The pain has been far less than I expected, except when the physical terrorist is around. She seems like such a nice lady, but the chick has a dark side, I’m telling you.
My modesty is keeping me in the house until I graduate to the cane. You know things are wonky when graduating to a cane is something one looks forward to. That, and getting into a car is not for the faint-hearted. It requires an extra hour just for the plan of attack. So, for now, I’m all tucked in my cozy new family room for the long game.
I’ve been happily entertained with phone calls and visits. Surprisingly, I have had no interest in reading the gazillion books I had looked so forward to digging into nor have I binged any of the series I have waiting for me on Netflix. Sounds like I have a while more of this sitting around business, so there will be time.
In the meantime, the hours fly between therapy sessions, and the rest of the time I’m figuring out how to juggle a glass of water while walking with a walker. I’m telling you, it’s the small things, man.
Posting a safe picture of my post-op new friend. I’ll spare you any of the graphic details of what she looks like under that ace bandage.

