Mustn't grumble

Sorry for the radio silence, but there's only recently been anything newsworthy to report. The news I got a call two weeks ago yesterday to say that the hospital wanted to schedule my left knee operation for four weeks today and that my pre-operative assessment would be two days after! Are the cogs in your brain calculating the dates? ;) Initially, I was elated since I want to get both knees sorted so I can 'get back to normal'. I'm living in a kind of limbo where I can't really plan anything, so knowing that my second operation is imminent means I have a schedule and know that by this time next year it'll all be over. However. Hah. I'm terrified. I had really hoped that my right leg would be fully healed by now... I mean it has been almost ten months, but I'm still quite sore and stairs are still evil beings of torture. I keep telling myself that it's because I walk on a slant whenever I'm not wearing my specially adapted shoes (my left le...

So it's now my 'day three' (operation day being day zero) and I'm almost back to normal.  Sort of.  The day of the operation went perfectly. I was in the OR at 9 am and settled in quote 'the best room in the whole hospital' with sweet and sour chicken by about 5pm (I think). I have been really privileged to have a private corner room with two huge windows and my own bathroom.  The mixture of anaesthetic and morphine and who knows what else meant that day zero was pretty easy.  As soon as I was in the recovery room in my delirious state I was put on a physio machine that kept my knee moving and I had that all night and most of day one and over night. It kept me awake quite a lot, not because it was particularly painful but because my leg kept jumping off it (rebelling) and I had to keep readjusting. And it was noisy and quite annoying as is the call bell. It was much easier using the machine than trying to bend my knee manually though. Even now I can only be...