Samain Moon of the Winter Solstice
Too much fun yesterday to write. Final checkup with my internist post-op. Lunch. Plus, trying to find Pokemon cards for Gabe. By lunch at the Rice and Sushi Bistro I had begun to hurt. Before the soup the pain was bad. By the time of the soup I headed out to the truck for another dilaudid. It kicked in, helped.
At home I went to bed, unloaded the knee and the rest was the evening. Now it’s morning.
This point in the process is a combination of pain and boredom. I’ve watched TV, read the sort of things I can follow-fiction, mostly, and some news, played with the dogs and talked to Kate. Still too drugged to read seriously or write. Too much pain to do much more than I did yesterday.
Yet. The knee bends much more easily. Flexion and extension are, at least to the folks who know about these things, remarkable. This is the prime directive of the moment: heal the knee. That’s happening and at a rapid pace. So they say.
Many people are back to work at this point though I would find it pretty difficult.
Later. More healing to do right now.
