For someone who ends most of her days with the words, “I think this is the first time I’ve actually sat down all day,” finding myself in this position is nothing short of mind-boggling.
I haven’t worn real clothes since Monday. The forecast still calls for days of stretchy pants and no shoes. Again, mind-boggling. Even post-childbirth I was up-and-at-em within a day or two. I’m not completely helpless. I can be left alone for stretches of time and not have to worry about how I’m going to get the bathroom or anything of the sort. I’m just not the most efficient model of Angie you’ve ever seen. I made my own coffee this morning and it only took 30 minutes from the time I started until I was actually sitting down and drinking it! Progress!
The surgery went very, very well. After a particularly unpleasant dream a few nights before I took some advice and left a message for my doctor on the good knee. Apparently the governor of our good state also had the same misgivings before surgery, only he used the words, “Wrong knee, dummy.” That earned him pink toe nails while still out cold, while my good manners earned me no hi-jinks of the sort.
My second fear, beyond operating on the wrong knee, was that they would get in there only to find I was perfectly fine. I’d come to and they’d tell me I’d basically been whining about nothing for the last 3 months, now here’s the bill. Not the case at all. I did indeed tear the meniscus, to the point where bone was rubbing on bone. However I happen to have more meniscus than the average person (that explains why those last 5 pounds are always so hard to lose), and so they were able to clean it up without having to sew anything together. In my right knee I now have about the same amount of meniscus as you average people start out with. So there.
I must have done something right in a previous life, because the care and generosity of those around me has been amazing. Mike is the best nurse a girl could have, though he’s somewhat disappointed there hasn’t been a need for any sponge baths. He does it all and he does it cheerfully. My parents have been amazing, too, helping with the kids and stepping in for Mike when a work emergency called. Friends and family have been awesome, with food, calls, special deliveries and the sort.
I’m feeling the love and I can’t wait to pay it forward.