First of all, a great big thank you to all of you who sent me heartwarming encouragement before I let my surgeon dig into me like an unsuspecting uncooked ham leg. The surgery was Nov. 9th and here it is a week later and all is well. While there is still pain at the incision site, the horrendous pre-surgical pain is all but a (bad) memory. Amazing.
Aside from embarrassing myself by falling asleep while biting through a bagel the day after the surgery and causing a ruckus when the nurses saw the front of my gown soaked with red .... wait for it... cranberry juice, I have been a very content and well-behaved patient. I am now walking with a can up and down a flight of 20 stairs while my physical therapist watches during my therapy sessions. I much prefer the cane to the walker, but I still use that for longer walks with no PT keeping me safe. The only upsetting thing was a 2-day bout with hiccups, which I hear is not all that uncommon after surgery because of the anesthetic. I was surprised when the Dr. prescribed the psychotropic drug Thorazine. Remember the inmates from One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest? I understand that the inmates did what they called the Thorazine shuffle...walking aimless about with no goal. It didn't hit me for about two hours after I popped the pill, but man, did it hit! I told my nurse that if she found me out in the hallway talking to a wall or just standing there, gently guide me back to my room. The hiccups went away and have stayed away so far. I'm glad.
Again, all is well and all your beautiful thoughts and prayers and words of encouragement gave me a great deal of strength before and after the procedure. Pretty soon I'll be up doing the jig. I'll knit myself some rehearsal leggins just to be fashionable! Ha!
Love you guys!