Nudey Pics!
I don’t think I’ve survived a slower week than this one. It just dragged like I could never have imagined. Lots of massaging, bending, massaging, straightening, cleaning here and there… the one thing I’m happy for is that my energy seems to be making a slow return to life. There are days that I wake up feeling like I could run a marathon, if not for the burden keeping my knee from simple things, such as kicking my husband in the arse when he deserves it (and when he doesn’t!). One day I hopped out of bed, completely forgetting that I needed something to balance… my hopping skills have improved greatly, though.
So after three or four hours of massaging, bending, massaging, straightening, I feel a certain kind of enlightenment that only a deep meditation can bring.
Ok I lied. I do, however, get the excessive satisfaction that I thought only an orgasm could give - I found that I can bend my knee nearly to a 90 degree angle! Woo hoo! It’s tiring, though, beyond anything I ever could have imagined. Who knew such a small level of exercise could make such a huge improvement? The initial bend when I take my brace off continues to grow a little every day, but slowly. Too slowly for my liking, but at least it gives me a small measure of consolation. And the small amount is like a feast of appreciation afterall.
I was hoping on hope to convince the surgeon to give me a hinged brace and to be able to start weight bearing today, but I guess my hope has a timer on it that’s not ready for dinner, yet. After waiting for two hours past our scheduled appointment time, we were finally called in for our mach 12 visit - he’s not quite ready to see weight on it, but hopefully the next appointment (August 6th) will tell him otherwise. If not, maybe I will. J But, seeing the xrays, I do understand why - the bone still looks weak, not to mention just severely fucked up. Comparing it to a regular xray, I can see some of the damage that was done. We’re going to get the original xrays from Wetaskiwin once we can get over there. Hopefully tomorrow. These are the ones we were able to get from Red Deer, however, dated from the day after the surgery to today:
This has been quite a bummer, since I have my tenth anniversary Folk Fest tiara waiting for me in the form of a jug of coolers, but walking around on crutches while drunk may not improve matters, especially if I forget that I have a broken leg. Ah well. No drunken shenanigans for me this year, but next year.... look out! I have catching up to do!!!!
While we were there we ran into another older couple that we saw last week again. SO many people with so many broken bones.... the couple from last week have been dealing with her broken femur since January. Makes me glad I didn't wait until I was 50 years old to do this, but at the same time I dread what my knee is going to feel like when I am that old. Granted, she had been walking on it again shortly after the initial break, but had fallen and reinjured herself. I guess this is where most people get set back in any kind of progress. So far I'm lucky, but will scream if something like that happens.
It's strange to see all the people lined up in the ortho outpatient department like bees ready to find work. It's almost like no consideration were taken for the patients as much as how many the surgeon could get through before his holidays... most of them he saw for less than five minutes before moving onto the next. Granted, there's not much to say. The most anyone shows up for is a new xray to see how progress is moving along, and if things are well the doctor typically doesn't have much else to add. Or, if he does, there's little to add to it. While chit chat is nice, it's not always necessary and it prevents the uncomfortable silence.
I guess I like the personable doctors. Not like I like to chat at all....
In chatting with a couple of friends a new realization came to me -- I am terrified of falling. I didn't think anything like that would happen, but looks like it has. Psychology's a bitch. I think I'll write up her eviction notice....