Much better night. I wake up at 2:15 am. Since I turned the lights off at 10:30 pm, it’s good. My leg weighs a ton whenever I move it or worst stand up to go to the bathroom.
I don’t take any pain killer. Vicodin sucks.
I wake up early morning and finally take one. I dive into a mixed state of bliss and hell. My head spins a little but warmth wraps around me. I never liked drinking too much or even smoking because of that sense of loosing myself. Vicodin provides exactly what I don’t look for in my life. However, the few extra hours of good sleep are priceless.
I have breakfast at 9 and take one of my daily Iboprufen and antibiotics.
Hooray, I can do my exercises! I thought I would be stuck with my dead leg forever and ever.
Fog is rolling again through the foothills this afternoon after days of sun. I write my blog and start A Dangerous Fortune from Ken Follett.
My husband takes the kids grocery shopping and I take a short nap, trying to ease the pain that throbs and slices through my knee.
I think it’s better though, which is great. I count the days and wonder if I will be able to walk on Thursday for my check up with the surgeon. It looks impossible but again yesterday I couldn’t lift my leg and today I can.
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