Cutting our cake 32 years ago. Son John behind us and friends from work.
Newsworthy events the past few days have included David and me celebrating 32 years of marriage, the insurance guy informing us our house was deteriorating (owing to age), and me seeing the out-patient therapist at the local hospital, as well as my surgeon for my first post-op appointment.
Not very exciting news I suppose, although I began crying when the doctor’s assistant removed the 26 staples from my knee. She proceeded to pull a dozen tissues from the box she had at hand, informing me that I was not the only one to blubber. I responded with, I’m not going to cry that much, and I began crying again.
Although every other medical person, and my granddaughter Joy (who read about the issue in a class on anatomy) has told me the worst thing one must cope with concerning the TKR surgery is PAIN, I had been brave relying on the natural endorphins my body produces to help me deal with the pain.
The doctor asked what I was taking for pain, and I told him nothing. I told him I stopped taking Hydrocodon because it caused constipation and terrible acid reflux (I take two drugs for acid reflux) as well as nausea, and (once more) opioids make me sick, sick, sick.
He then offered another prescription for an opioid derivative (Nucynta), although I asked him if it was an opioid (he never responded). David retrieved it from the drugstore yesterday. Of course, I read the warnings that accompany the drug, as well as material online informing me it was an opioid and had all sorts of terrible side-effects.
So, I am suffering, perhaps more than I need too, but I have a terrible aversion to opioids and know from experience they only produce more pain and suffering when you try to get off them.
The good news from my new physical therapist Nicole, is that I am very nearly there in terms of knee flexibility. My bend is 117 degrees (120 is the goal). And I am 5 degrees from being able to lay my leg completely flat. She put me on the stairs and I went up and down them using alternative feet and turning and raising my arms like Rocky (and banging them on the low ceiling) when I reached the top step. I should have no trouble ascending the stairs at the National Gallery next week.
Balance remains an issue, and Nicole wants me to do certain exercises with my eyes closed. I can’t do them without holding onto something, however. Nicole will work with me until the end of August when she quits to stay home with her new baby, and Justin takes over as my PT until early October. Justin was my therapist with my hip.
I hope to complete therapy before my trip to San Diego in late October. My DIL asked if I would be able to go “Trick or Treating” with the boys. I told her yes, if I can walk. El Dia de la Muerta is a big deal in SD.
As far as anniversaries go, I am happy to have had 32 years with David. I found him when I turned 40, and he’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I tell my granddaughters to be patient. Sometimes you don’t find your true love right away. Sometimes you have to travel round the block a few times.