One week ago today it happened. I embarked on journey that was a long time in the making. These knees of mine were destined to be replaced. Thirty years ago, a procedure was done that delayed the inevitable, for that I am grateful. Time caught up with me (and them) and the deed was done. August 27th, 2013 knee replacement number one was completed. Three days in the hospital, released to home bound care is where I am today.
My days consist of many things: Pain of three kinds-deep achy behind the "knee" pain and or top of the "knee" burning, stabbing pain and or swollen inside knee pain (like when socks are too tight and are binding. If I'm lucky I will wake up with little to no pain. But getting up out of bed will trigger any of the above feeling if not all of them.
The biggest blessing of my days of recuperating is my awesome husband, Tim. Without him, none of this could be possible, to fixing my first coffee of the day to shuffling the boys out the door to school, picking up medicines, organizing meals, encouraging me through the exercises (that are intense), keeping the laundry caught up, all the while maintaining his own work schedule.
Our boys have also been a big help and a positive pair of cheerleaders as their Momma whines about it hurting, being too cold, too hot or just bored out of my mind. For them I'm grateful too. A call from the oldest son added to the support, very much appreciated. Jen (the oldest) took time away from her little family to come and spend the weekend with me as well, a Mom needs her daughter time. And my very own Momma is coming to spend days with me as well. Blessings all around.
As each day passes, I'm told I will see and feel improvements. So I'll try to maintain a positive outlook, push myself through the torture of therapy. The end result will be so worth it.
