rocky road

Day 5 here.  When I started this blog I had every intention of writing every day. I figured it would be just like when I was injured in December;  bored and interested in connecting to the outside world.  This however has not been the case.
The pain is pretty intense.  It feels like my knee cap is ripping off the rest of my leg. Its a very strange feeling. I am guessing its the stitches in my meniscus. But, as awful as this sounds, its really not unbearable.  Its hard going to the bathroom but laying low isn't half bad.  The worst part is the nausea. The Percocet was making me really dizzy, which was making me nauseous.  Now that I've cut back on the meds,  I'm still getting sick after eating everything.  It's exhausting.

Nurse Lucy ready to jump to my aid

My new leg!

This was my worst fear. When I started having stomach problems in December I automatically started dreading that this would happen after surgery.  I was even put on a very intense prescription for the stomach issues before surgery to help (a lot of good that did!).
Anyway, I took my first shower yesterday and it felt amazing to finally get clean. It was quite an ordeal to crutch up stairs and find a position in the shower that wasn't excruciating- I ended up sitting on the floor in the shower and having Mark wash my hair.  I felt like an old lady! I also had to change my bandages.  That was a little tough especially since I was already nauseous.  There were 4 small incisions around my knee and 1 about an inch and a half long. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but there we're no stitches.  I think they probably stitched them from the inside,  but it was sure odd seeing an open wound. Anyway, I got those cleaned up and my lovely nurse Mark put new bandages on them since I was too queasy to stare at bloody wounds, let alone bandage them up myself.

Flowers from Julie!

I'm very very thankful my mom and Mark have been here to help me.  I had a mental breakdown tonight (unfortunately this took place mid-pee break. Mark and my poor mom had to console me while I'm crying hysterically without pants on). But they were there to pick me back up and reassure me that it can only get better. And I sure hope they are right.