So I've come to realize I'm not super women and can't do everything. :( A sad realization for me but we have to live and learn.
Tuesday March 2nd I had knee surgery on my left knee for a torn meniscus. I was really nervous because I have never had surgery before. I went in with an open mind and was just looking forward to the out come of being able to be active again without the fear of hurting my knee worst. So off I go to surgery and sent Ricky to work while I had the surgery done (the nurse suggested that). After being poked like a pin cushion 3 times before they got the IV in, off to the OR I go. I remember them telling me that I would feel a burning for about 15 seconds and then it would go away. The burning started and I started counting. I only got to 10 before I was out!!! Work was done and off to recovery I go.
Well I thought they would have called Ricky before I was coming out of it but they didn't. So when I woke up I was all alone. I just started crying, not sure why, but that's how I reacted. When they asked what was wrong I just said I wanted Ricky. So they gave him a call and he was on his way. In the mean time the Dr came and talked to me and told me what the damage was and how much he cleaned up. And NONE of that I remember!!! I remember him standing at my feet talking to me, but I have no clue what he said. I guess I will find out on Monday at my post op. Shortly after that Ricky arrives with my iPhone in hand (ahhh he loves me). And as soon as I saw him I started crying again. Silly I know! :)
All I wanted once we left the surgery center was a frozen yogurt. Ricky brought me to 2 different places and they were all close because it was only 10:30am. :( So Ricky dropped me off at my Grandma's house were the boys were for the day and back to work Ricky went. I still really wanted that frozen yogurt so a call into my best friend for my special order was made. Shortly after lunch Jenn arrived with the PERFECT frozen yogurt in hand and a goodie bag of hot tamales, good n plenty's and snicker doodles in hand. (Thanks Jenn!) I spent the rest of the day sleeping and resting, like a good girl!
Day #2 I woke up feeling much better then Day1 so what did that mean? That meant I climbed the stairs and took a shower, helped Ricky get the boys ready, and went down stairs to make Ricky and Drake's lunch. I arrived at mom's and was starting to feel the pain from doing to much. So in the chair I went and wasn't moving for the rest of the day. I got up to go to the bathroom and my sweatpants were soaking wet down on the bottom of my wrap. Yep, did way to much and my incisions were leaking fluid because of it. So back in the chair I went to rest for the rest of the day.
Day #3, I slept up in our room last night (mistake #1) because in the middle of the night when I had to get up to take my pain meds I couldn't get Ricky to wake up to get me crackers and water. So downstairs I went to get what I needed. Got up in the morning and realized we didn't take the garbage out the night before. So once I thought Ricky was gone and the coast was clear i went out to take the garbage out. Well the coast wasn't clear, Ricky was still in the driveway in the truck because he had taken the garbage cans down before he left. Ooops, busted! Came back inside and HAD to vacuum, there was dirt everywhere from the dogs and I just knew I wouldn't be able to sit all day in the chair if I could see the dirt on the ground. Upstairs I went to get ready for the day, out of the shower and foot was swollen and knee throbbing. One would think I should have stopped there, but no! Went on to get ready, and headed out of the house on a beautiful day to take Drake and Issac to Drake's girlfriends house. I thought I was doing myself a favor by taking the boys over there to play and Barbara promised to take care of me while we were there (and she did). But what I didn't realize was how much driving hurt my knee, just little things like getting in and out of the car hurt really bad. After a few hours of playing and lunch we headed home to REST!! Well it was to late, I was beyond in PAIN and hadn't taken my meds in 12 hours so that I could drive the kids safely. I'm not one to cry from pain but I was on the verge of tears from the amount of pain I had put myself in. So I took 2 pills and waited and waited and waited for them to kick in. It took a good hour for the pills to start working again and that was the worst hour of pain I have had yet.
So yes people, lesson learned!!! No more doing to much, I PROMISE!!! I am still in pain and taking my meds every 4 hours as I am suppose to. So Day #4 I am back at my mom's and resting as I should be.
