Celebration!!!
Even though I was tired today, I still meandered downstairs and did some cleaning and feeding. It was hard, and sweaty, but I managed and felt good about it. Jess seemed to appreciate it, as well, since when she went down there she figured there was a lot more to do than there was. I figured I should be in a good routine by the end of the month. And the animals that I need a step stool for are being cared for by my gentle husband!!
The only real other thing to note was my bath tonight -- thus far, I have needed Dave to help with keeping the leg up and out of water. The incision needed to heal before I could take this step any further, and today I self-diagnosed it as good enough for a bath!!! Which means... yep. THe splint came off.
It was a little scary, but felt SO nice to be able to scrub, if only a little, and remove the hippy-braids of hair down my legs. I did need by hunny's help for that, but everything else was done on my own, including getting out of the tub, which was my biggest worry, before. Now? Not so much! I was careful, and balanced, and even Dave feels comfortable allowing me to perform my ablutions on my own. One less thing for him to help me with! I shall celebrate with rum and orange juice. Mmmm. (Yeah, like I need something else to make me fall down? No. I just want it.)
My leg is degenerating more, I've noticed. I took a picture. Yes, I'm in the bathtub. Sorry, no. I made sure there was no cooch to be found. Suck off. :p The left leg is droopy, though, and all around gross. There is still swelling in the knee and ankle areas, as well. I'm a little worried that the tattoo is going to stretch and become unreadable soon, between mass swelling at the time of the accident, and now this mass fleshy degeneration.
I never knew what my legs looked like skinny.
I'm not thinking that I prefer them beefy.
Apparently I'm very lucky to have the "girth" in my legs that I do, and to have had the muscle mass in my thighs. Many people on the forum joined with simila problems have had complaints that they simply cannot move the leg with the knee they broke, yet I've been doing straight leg raises almost since I've been home. No, they are definitely not strong or ready to even walk, but at least I'm able to do those, if not actually bend the knee.
To be honest, I'm scared to. After seeing the lengths it takes to fix and recover from, I don't want to extend. Besides, I need to be driving by the time Folk Fest rolls around.
Else I simply may not be going.
And if that's the case, it'll be my first time in ten years that I miss it....
So I hope my doctor has good news for me on Monday. Fingers are crossed. I"m looking forward to, but dreading, the appointment all at once. Talk about mixed emotions.