Everyone who has a joint replaced has his or her own expectations of recovery. Since this is my second new knee (the other was replaced twelve years ago), I knew the post-operative physical therapy would be challenging, but I had forgotten how much it actually hurts. A lot.
Before I went to the hospital, I put a bunch of meals into the freezer and filled my cabinets with enough food for an army. I gathered a half-dozen books that have been on my to-read list and did a quick re-read of How to Prepare for Surgery, a book that I bought for my first knee operation. My preparations would make the recovery easy. Or so I thought.
In reality, I was barely able to get through the paper for the first few days. Even though I did not have full anesthesia, I was a bit confused after the surgery. I forgot some key words, like Tylenol. I know we streamed a film after I got home, but I can’t remember the ending.
But now, I feel terrific. I am not reading much yet because forty-five minutes of exercising three times a day takes a good chunk of time.
Sure, my knee still hurts, but I’m thrilled that my surgery is over. In a few weeks, I would expect to go dancing, that is if I had a husband who danced.
P.S. Thanks to all for cheering me on.