Saturday, April 2, 2011

Cheer Up, Things Could Be Worse...........

 So I Cheered Up, And Sure Enough, Things Got Worse!

If you're looking for funny platitudes, this is the blog.  My Dad (got rest his soul) was overflowing with wit, mirth and the wry sense of humour that he inherited from me.

Week five (but who's counting) of the osteochondral allograft.

If I hear one more person, as I'm out and about hobbling around on my crutches, tell me about how after  their knee surgery, they walked out of the doctor's office and participated in a triathlon (my neighbor actually told me this, I'm not making this up)  Or, that after her knee surgery, my other neighbor was back on her surfboard in six weeks............I'm going to strangle them.

Most folks have never even heard of an allograft, would not be thrilled with the idea of having a two inch portion of their bone sawed out of their knee (but happily replaced with living bone :)  being instructed to non weight bear for 6-8 weeks, and good progress is considered that you can walk normally in four months.

Last night, Kerry slept on the sofa because he's got a cold and didn't want to keep me up all night with his coughing.  I was up most of the night disturbing my bed mate, our black kitty Ruby, in pain, fetching ice packs.

The world turns very slowly these days.  One day, I'm encouraged, the next, I'm reduced to considering that alcoholism might not be such a bad idea after all.

My "tell it like it is" daughter, Angela, had no sympathy for me this morning.  When I told her the story she said "C'mon Mom, you know you'd be bragging to  everybody the same thing if you were back on your surfboard in six weeks."  Guilty as charged.

That does it.  I'm going to put my surfboard on my living room floor today and get on it.  That'll show 'em!

1 comment:

  1. awww. I'm sorry you're having a rough go at it, but I know you have really great days, too! Kelly and I had surgery on the same day last friday. While we were at our post-op appointments, 10 minutes apart, in walked a lady who had the same surgery Kelly had a week earlier and she waltzed in there like she had been recovering for a month. Kelly was shocked and felt, I'm sure, just like you were feeling. Why am I recuperating differently than they are!? (by the way, this woman as an non-athlete in her 60s or older).

    Hang in there. Each day will bring you new wonderful experiences. Embrace them. They are milestones even though you don't recognize them as such in the moment.