Dear Friends,
I had the knee surgery. All went well as far as I know. I don't like being cooped up in the house and on crutches, but this is probably a good time to be like this. We have had about a foot of snow in the past few days. It is beautiful. Everything is white. I feel depressed. Maybe I should go outside and make a snowman?
Yesterday morning I was in a good mood. Today
I don't feel like doing anything but stare out the window. I don't feel like combing my hair, working on my website, or answering my mail. I have so much that I should do, but nothing that I want to do. I have laundry piled up; so, I'm doing a load. Today is the first day that I've felt strong enough to carry a basket of clothes to the washer.
Today Vivien and Larry came by and brought me a couple of 2004 calendars. I was embarrassed that I was taking a nap. My hair was a mess, and I was dressed in a tank top and shorts. That's easier than getting dressed, and I can sleep in it. I was able to walk from the bedroom to the top of the stairs with one crutch. I am getting pretty good at it. I can never quite get the rhythm of using two crutches.
When I saw the doctor last Thursday, I put my slacks on over shorts. I keep my knee up as much as possible. Sometimes it makes clicking noises. I wonder if I'm hurting it more by moving it, but I know I need to walk around. If I don't, I will be in worse shape than before the surgery.
The worst part of the whole experience was trying to get up and go to the toilet. At first I was unable to support my weight even with the crutches. The pain would shoot from my knee up to my hip, and I would collapse into a heap. Once I managed to get off the bed, but ended up on the floor. I had to be lifted back to the bed. I couldn't get back on it on my own. I hate being so helpless.
Tomorrow I have my first physical therapy appointment since the surgery. I wonder if I will have to trade my visit with Brendon for the P.T. Maybe that's why I feel depressed.
I just remembered when I first starting feeling depressed. It was yesterday, and I wanted to hook the printer to my computer. The last time I tried it, the CD drives weren't working. They were not being recognized by the computer, as if they were not there at all. I left the printer CD in the drive when I took it to the shop to be fixed. I looked in the drives, and it isn't there. When I realized I didn't have it, I felt this sinking feeling. I really do get sick of having so many problems with computers. It's enough to give up computing entirely.
The weatherman is predicting cold weather this weekend, in the neighborhood of twenty below... maybe colder.
The weather has been giving us a snowflake here and a snowflake there. Finally this weekend, we got SNOW. There's even enough to stick to your boots and track into the house.
You've probably noticed that I haven't been updating my blogs recently. After I moderate the Yahoo group's messages and delete the spam, I'm usually ready to move onto something else. This is especially true the days that Brendon has been visiting.
The past few months have been filled with doctor's visits and more knee pain. I've decided to have the surgery. My third opinion will be doing the operation, the same doctor that did my carpal tunnel surgery.
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