This is the seventh day since my surgical enhancement. Here is a brief report.
Pain
The pain has receded at a standard 1:1 downward slope (except when you try to get too tough too soon and skip your NSAID and your leg blows up like a Ballpark Frank — they plump when you cook ’em! — and hurts accordingly and there follows a great gnashing of teeth abroad in the land).
Mobility
Day 1 (surgery): throw up
Day 2-3: Cruise around with walker
Day 4-5: Ditch walker for cane
Day 6: Ditch cane in the house; walk up and down hilly driveway with ski poles
Day 7: Zumba class (not really, Mom)
Other stuff
Day 1: throw up
Day 2: exhausted, sick
Day 3: exhausted, sick, grumpy
Day 4: really, really tired
Day 5: sooooooo tired
Day 6: moderately severe fatigue
Day 7: Zumba class (nope, too terribly tired)
So we see the mechanics are out-pacing the spirit. That’s OK — it’s 9 degrees and snowy outside, so the spirit can take a little time to catch up. But not too much.
On Elk Meadow Road 