Not the most flattering photo of my legs. It looks totally distorted! But, it is what it is...UGLY. I'd like to post today that I feel great and wonderful. However, not so much. Not deathlike pain, but it's definitely not my favorite of life's experiences.
Denise spent the day with me, taking great care of my every need. We watched a couple of movies (well, she did, I dozed), gabbed a little and napped some more. Trish brought over a delicious meal of CordonBleu Pasta (one of our family favorites). Mmm-good!
I have discovered that moving my ankles a lot helps minimize the burning pain! Happiness. And Doug's massages are the best medicine of all! Please pass him staying home and doing that non-stop for the next few days! I heart him.
Last night, Doug gave me the play by play details of the day of the surgery, which was so shocking that I could not remember any of it. SO strange. One thing that I do want to remember is that the kids greeted me when I returned with this huge banner that they'd made. They also wrote cute cards (from my card stash) for me, each of them thanking me for being their mom. It made my day... a day later. ha!
Liza has called and texted several times checking on me. So many calls and texts from friends and family. It's great to feel so loved.
Today is supposed to be a better day, painwise. I'm thinking that my "happy knees Friday" may not be till next Friday, at this rate, but I am able to walk fifteen feet at a time a few times a day. I was asking Doug if he thought I could make it to church this weekend. He laughed. I could get there, but I'd have to lie down on a pew with icepacks and elevated legs, so probably not. He reminds me, "Slow down, Babe, it will come." And can I just say that the person who invented TET stockings needs to a mommy very badly! They are the most miserable part of the whole experience. No complaining, just fact! I'm hoping to sit on a chair in the shower today and at least wash my hair.
It's odd to be feeling fine everywhere but then such intense pain in one place. Aside from a few narcotic induced naps, I'm hoping that Carol and I can at least play Scattergories today! Life is good...even with big white tight socks strangling your legs and swollen knees!
Being happy is good for your health!