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So, this is a picture of the scary clown lurking underneath my bandages. I got a bit of moisture under my plastic bag this morning, so his hat is pretty smeared now. I suppose I could just take some rubbing alcohol to the whole thing and scrub him off, but I'm worried about damaging whatever super!tape they put over the incisions.
It's been over two days since I took a pain pill. I probably could have taken one before bed a couple of times, which might have kept me from waking up in the middle of the night all cramped and sore, but I've chosen not to. The nausea is just not worth it.
B had to go back to work today, so it's just me and the dogs until a friend comes over in an hour or so. I've hobbled around a bit without my crutches, which seems to be tiring my muscles but not hurting my knee. It's the only way to feed myself, or the dogs, and coffee seemed more important to me than pain. So far, the biggest annoyance is that I can't make my leg straight. I'm trying it in baby steps, and will maybe ask someone to help me later.
Post-op appointment is Wednesday morning, and I'll learn more about the physical therapy schedule then. I am eager to get back to the gym, for sure. I'm starting to obsess about calories and weight gained, which is super stupid.