Aug 06, 2007 05:49
My last few days have been OUCH! The initial pain was just fine, but once my 12 hour nerve block wore off I was not a happy camper. I'm still not. And I'm up at 5:50, which is weird (my bed frame is so squeaky that typing is making it squeak) I don't really sleep well because I have such a limited range of motion and I keep waking up and my meds have warn off so I need to take more. I've also been having some very weird dreams and delusions to accompany this weird interrupted drug sleep.
It just freaking hurts and I can't take it off any time soon and it has to be in the locked position for the rest if the week and I hate the locked position because it is like having this tree trunk connected to my throbbing leg that runs into things whenever I crutch around.
My dad says I'll probably never ski again. That may be a safe assumption. I don't however want to make the painful connection between this experience right now and that lovely wonderful experience that is skiing. But I have to, don't I? I could make the connection with something else like falling off the slackline or carrying my luggage from the hotel to the bus in Israel and having my knee dislocate. These experiences all helped aggravate my knee to its fullest extent, but it really was skiing that got this ball rolling.
When I really think about it, I am scared to ski again. Sad.
My ankle is soo swollen. ew.
skiing,
slacklining,
israel,
my dad,
knee surgery