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Baby steps.

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Day 6 post partial knee replacement surgery.

The nerve block is still holding fast and while I have numbness, there’s no horrific pain.

But there is a little bruising.

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The surgeon applies a tourniquet before the operation to keep the area clear of blood so it’s got to pool somewhere.

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It looks nasty and it’s tender, but doesn’t really hurt.

To be perfectly honest, I’m amazed at the lack of pain. I was expecting a tear filled horror show and don’t get me wrong… I’m swollen, stiff and most certainly uncomfortable… but I haven’t taken a single narcotic and am getting by on alternating Tylenol and ibuprofen.

I’ve had four visits from four different home health care workers and they are all gobsmacked by my progress. The physical therapist said they strive for a 90 degree bend at 4 weeks and I had a 97 at 4 days. I can walk, albeit slowly, without the walker or cane. I shower. Dress. Make myself something to eat and do all the exercises they suggest.

Yesterday, I put on a shoe.

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It’s amazing how thrilling the normal little things you take for granted can become when you’ve been unable to do them.

It’s not a walk in the park, don’t get me wrong. I tire very easily and I ache. Constantly. I move slowly and very carefully and haven’t attempted stairs yet. My knee feels solid enough but there’s residual fear of buckling left over from that first day that keeps me super cautious.

The PTs said I must have a very high pain tolerance because most of their patients are using heavy drugs to get through the first week. They ask me to rate my pain when they come and I usually say 3-4. They chuckle and say most people say 8-9 at this point.

Overall? I’m pleased.

Still scared the block will wear off completely and mad pain will come rushing in, but that awful bone on bone crunching I’ve had for years? The sharp stabbing pain I had when I stood after sitting more than ten minutes?

Gone.

That in itself makes all this worthwhile.

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The power of music.

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Since I have a lot of (sitting around doing nothing but being miserable) time right now, I found a new obsession.

Plumes.

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A French singer and animal activist who travels to zoos to play guitar. A soft spoken little fellow who discovered music really does hath charms to soothe the savage beast.

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As well as the not so savage.

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Every single creature he encounters is spellbound. They can’t get close enough.

I know this is a long clip but at least watch until the horses.

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https://share.google/eUNdGcHGM3RQas8Fw

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There’s something beautiful happening here.

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A type of connection.

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No matter how big or how small, all the animals respond to the music.

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https://share.google/LQpF28iGSTlajFzs1

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It’s a lovely distraction from the pain of knee replacement and for the very first time? I’m happy my Facebook algorithm is on board with sweet and touching daily clips.

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When the penguin sings along.

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https://share.google/RAMCZzBqLUMLeN2lS

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Let’s play.

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I may be down for the count, but the Friday show must go on.

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I can’t imagine anyone choosing 100 rental properties. That sounds like hell on earth to me.

And since I already have the spouse part down…

Never age? I don’t know. It sounds good but if it means I never die, outlive everyone I love and have to see humans destroy this beautiful planet? I think I’ll pass.

Give me perfect health, $600 million to enjoy it and a private island when I don’t feel like peopling.

How about you?

Pick three.

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Husband nursing, aka – porn for women.

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Day 3 of partial knee replacement.

Horribly swollen, stiff, uncomfortable and starting to show some bruising.

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Last day with the sexy compression stocking and I’m doing the best I can to remain positive. I ice, I elevate, I hobble around with the walker I said I wouldn’t use.

Ha!

Shows what I know. That thing is my best friend right now.

Home physical therapist came for the first time today and damn. Just that little bit of exercise knocked me for a loop. Tired doesn’t begin to describe it.

The nerve block hasn’t worn off yet, which is a bit unusual but not unheard of. They say 4-48 hours and I’m past 80, but if it keeps the pain at bay I won’t complain about the constant numbness.

My husband? He’s really stepped up.

When I had my hysterectomy 11 years ago he was a lousy nurse so I had my doubts this time around, but the man has been wonderful. He brings me everything I need, feeds me, makes sure I don’t fall, keeps tracks of my meds and yes…

He’s doing housework.

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Be still my heart.

I’ve waited 42 years for this!

He vacuumed, swept, dusted, does the dishes and ran a load of laundry. He scrubbed the shower and feeds the cat. He even took everything out of the fridge and washed it clean.

This is (almost) better than sex.

My recovery won’t be pleasant…. but it’s wonderful to have a caring partner help me through the tough parts.

❤️

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Swelling, flowers and home health.

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The day after surgery found me extremely tired with a leg so swollen it felt like it wanted to burst.

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Tight, stiff and with the compression stocking? It feels like a giant sausage in a too small casing. The inside of my calf is still numb so I guess the nerve block hasn’t worn off yet. Thankfully there’s no real pain, just discomfort. I’m sure the pain will hit soon, and I can’t say I’m looking forward to it.

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Our daughter of the heart sent flowers so that made me smile. Not much else does right now. I caught a few hours of sleep but not enough to feel rested. I have to use the walker for every step and lying around on the couch all day is already getting old.

I’ll have home health PT for the first two weeks and they visited yesterday to assess our house and how well I’m getting around. Had to prove I can get in and out of bed and use the toilet without help, which thankfully I can.

The husband is being a good nurse, running and fetching and making sure I don’t fall.

This isn’t going to be fun and it’s just getting started… so I’ll try not to bitch too much.

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The big day was yesterday.

Up at 3:00 am to shower, pack a lizardless bag and drink that nasty clear Ensure. Blech.

Arrived at hospital 6:00 am. It’s small as far as hospitals go but I love the larger staff to patient ratio and they’ve always treated us well.

Given a private corner room with en suite bath and peaceful wooded view. Ooh la la. I felt special.

Immediately began putting my male nurse to work.

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Ha!

He’s going to be a busy boy for a while.

Surgery at 8:00 am and all went well. Not to mention quickly. Supposed to take an hour and a half but I was done in 45 minutes. Thankfully everything else looked good and they were able to perform just the partial replacement.

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Laid in bed for a while to let the spinal wear off.

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My husband flipped out when he had a spinal a few years ago, feeling paralyzed and not able to move. For me? It was lovely. First time in 6 years I didn’t have knee pain.

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Once that exited my system it was physical and occupational therapy in the afternoon to make sure I could get around and dress myself. My leg buckled once ( a terrifying, out of control feeling I don’t recommend ) so they told me to lock my knee and step heel to toe when using the walker.

Bing, bam, boom… we were out the door at 4:30pm.

Home at 5:15 where I exited the car, used the walker to hobble to the kitchen landing, took one step up and felt my knee buckle again. Thank god the husband was right behind me because it was like someone pulled my plug. No control, just rubber. Bam! I crumpled and the husband caught me.

Thinking this knee surgery stuff sucks so far, I made it to the couch with my elevated wedge pillow and an ice pack.

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I think I live here now.

No pain… yet… but the stupid nerve block makes my calf so numb and weak I can’t lift it straight out or up. it feels paralyzed.

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Bought this silly leg lifter thing a while back thinking I’d never use it… but it’s a life saver right now.

Until the block wears off my husband is on 24/7 call. He’s been good but I don’t think he realized how many little things I do around the house every day….. and now that’s he’s doing them? I chuckle as I lie on the couch and give instructions..

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The sweetest part?

He had these delivered to our house while we were gone and I found them on the doorstop when we got home.

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Beautiful and perfect colors for the season.

He’s a good guy.

I think I’ll keep him.

❤️

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News you can’t use.

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Starting your week off right.

One Monday at a time.

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Moving is the only acceptable answer.

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In case you were wondering.

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180 cases in 88 years isn’t too bad.

Unless it’s your brain that is.

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Whaaaaaat?

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That thing would wreak havoc on the subway.

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Aside from the mimosas, this won’t bother me a bit.

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Leave it to Italy to start the flashing.

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Wildlife encounters.

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I spotted our resident Cooper’s hawk hanging out under the flowering plum tree the other day.

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It’s close to the bird feeders so you know he was there looking for lunch.

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A few minutes later I spotted the husband taking a picture of something.

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It was a baby red squirrel and it was scared to death.

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Probably of the hawk.

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So scared it clung to the husband’s slipper and had to be pried off and tucked under a shrub for safety.

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Funky lobster, outrageous oil and bots.

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Lobsters are greenish brown when alive and scurrying around on the bottom of the ocean. Though every once in a while a fisherman will haul up a genetic mutation cotton candy blue, a yellow or an orange.

Those are rare, 1 in 10 million to 1 in 30 million.

But the other day?

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Now that’s rare.

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And wonderfully bizarre.

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People have been bitching about high gas prices for months, but in Maine…. where most houses have oil furnaces? We’re going to start bitching about heating oil now. Last year it was $3.42 a gallon…. today? It’s almost $6.

Our house uses roughly 200 gallons a month in the dead of winter … December through the end of March… and that’s set to a median temperature of 69 degrees, not the 73 my always cold husband would prefer. At today’s price of $5.96?

That’s $1,192.

A month.

Can we afford it? Yes. But it still hurts. And how about all the Mainers who can’t?

Something’s got to give.

Heat shouldn’t be a luxury.

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The hummingbirds are gone and these silly sparrows have taken over the feeders I need to bring in. Sorry guys, you’re too big.

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Since no one has ever said my weekly useless news posts “highlight crucial nuances”? I’m guessing the bots have started commenting.

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