Day 4: Limp But Contented

What is most striking to me now is how weak I feel. I don't know how I know that I am weak because I haven't tried to do anything strenuous, but just doing something that requires any physical focus makes me feel slightly queasy, like you would imagine a heart patient feeling if they pushed it too hard. This is the way your body keeps you from going outside the bounds of healing, I guess. My mind would let me do a lot more, but this body is just useless.

So I sit here in my comfortable chair with all of my comforting things within reach -- computer, water, phone, calendar, books.  I don't actually have the umph to read more than a few pages before it feels like too much effort == and the book is really good. Nice people come to visit me, bringing me news from the fields, from the outdoors.  Jon makes me breakfast and lunch and dinner. I nap whenever. 

For my one expedition of the day, I went back to the stand to see the market truck coming home. It was Easter and the crowds were not quite as crowdy, but they had a good day. The CSA was slow.  We had such gorgeous vegetables. The lettuce was glowing. 

For my other big adventure, I went upstairs and had a shower.  That was very nice. Got to take off these terrible squeezy socks that feel like they are bruising my legs.  Sat on the step ladder that was our kids' high chair way back when. Pretty perfect for a shower chair for someone who doesn't bend one knee very happily. My leg looks okay -- maybe 20% bigger than the other leg, but that's not as bad as it could be, I know.

I don't assume that there will be improvement every single day, but today was better than yesterday, in small ways. I really have no complaints. I do wonder what they did when they were doing this surgery -- why certain spots on my legs feel so tender and bruised, even though they look normal. Did they put me in a vice grip? Lani says I don't want to know.

Tomorrow the PT starts for real, and then I will have complaints. For now, I am just grateful to be so healthy, if a little limp.

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