It’s 4:15 a.m.

 

(Note that even though this entry is posted November 2, it was written October 31, two days post surgery.)

It’s 4:15am. I’m sitting up in bed eating saltine crackers and sipping water. Woke up at 3:30. Pain meds were two hours overdue, and, boy, could I tell it. Started physical therapy (PT) yesterday. First time we slowly lifted my leg over the side of the bed … OMG … on a pain scale of 1 to 10, it was a 10. But I hear PT is 90% of recovery. I can do this. It will be worth it.

Hmm, it’s 4:30am, and I think the pain meds are kicking in. A word about pain meds, i.e., narcotics. In a recent conversation with Mark W, who has had both hips replaced, he stressed take the pain meds! First hip he had replaced, he tried recovery with little narcotics. Feared addiction. I’d had the same thoughts. He assured me the doc would make sure I weaned off them. (After coming home, got a card from Jeanette, who wrote Praying for an easy recovery from  your knee surgery – Follow directions and take the pain pills as needed. [That’s the old nurse part of me!] So I put the fear of addiction behind me. Back to the early morning entry.

Am doing ankle exercises. Wish I had my list of exercises to do in bed, but they’re on the couch. Maybe I’ll read Rick Warren’s book What  on Earth Am I Here For? Kept falling asleep. So much for reading.

Text came from Heather Thursday night 8:01pm.

 

Happy Halloween from Snow White!