Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Out of Commission
So I decided to end my knee problems once and for all. Therapy in November and December hadn't helped. Only surgery, I was assured, would fix my torn meniscus.
On Thursday, I had the surgery. Only the doctor found more problems that the MRI had shown. He had to fiddle with my knee cap as well as to trim the meniscus, which I tore while running. In recovery, I could feel nothing. I thought, hey, this is a piece o'cake, just as other friends described who have also had arthroscopic surgery. On Thursday evening, the numbing wore off and my knee woke up, and it wasn't happy.
On a pain scale of one to ten, the pain was about eight and a half.
But the girls don't understand why Mama has to be in the bed. Clara climbed in beside me, pointed to her own knee and said, "Me got owie. Me get better. Mama get better." She then handed me a plastic bag and said, "Get up, Mama. All better."
Would that it were so!
I figured I would be back to work on Monday. Wrong. The physical therapist I visited on Friday said I needed to be off all next week, and maybe the following week. So all my sick leave will vanish at once, which is what it's for, I think.
It's so frustrating not to be able to get up and tend to Clara and Margaret. Gene will hold down the fort with them, but he will find it hard to cook and care for them and keep the house straight. I think women are better at multi-tasking. So I called someone in our church and they're organizing food for us, which is a blessing.
Babies don't understand Mama being sick. I remember telling someone as a teenager that my mother had never been sick when I was little. From the next room, Mother laughed and said, "Of course, I was sick.It just didn't matter. I had to keep going."
The therapist doesn't have to worry about my being motivated to do my exercises. I want to get all of this over with and get back to normal. No, better than normal. Both Margaret and Clara understand Mama has a big owie....they have both kissed my knee.
On Thursday, I had the surgery. Only the doctor found more problems that the MRI had shown. He had to fiddle with my knee cap as well as to trim the meniscus, which I tore while running. In recovery, I could feel nothing. I thought, hey, this is a piece o'cake, just as other friends described who have also had arthroscopic surgery. On Thursday evening, the numbing wore off and my knee woke up, and it wasn't happy.
On a pain scale of one to ten, the pain was about eight and a half.
But the girls don't understand why Mama has to be in the bed. Clara climbed in beside me, pointed to her own knee and said, "Me got owie. Me get better. Mama get better." She then handed me a plastic bag and said, "Get up, Mama. All better."
Would that it were so!
I figured I would be back to work on Monday. Wrong. The physical therapist I visited on Friday said I needed to be off all next week, and maybe the following week. So all my sick leave will vanish at once, which is what it's for, I think.
It's so frustrating not to be able to get up and tend to Clara and Margaret. Gene will hold down the fort with them, but he will find it hard to cook and care for them and keep the house straight. I think women are better at multi-tasking. So I called someone in our church and they're organizing food for us, which is a blessing.
Babies don't understand Mama being sick. I remember telling someone as a teenager that my mother had never been sick when I was little. From the next room, Mother laughed and said, "Of course, I was sick.It just didn't matter. I had to keep going."
The therapist doesn't have to worry about my being motivated to do my exercises. I want to get all of this over with and get back to normal. No, better than normal. Both Margaret and Clara understand Mama has a big owie....they have both kissed my knee.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)