The defrosting was well and truly complete by the wee hours of Sunday morning. I had been starting to hope that I might have an easier time recovering this time. Denied. I slept very poorly, and had a lot of discomfort. I tried to let Krista rest but she could hear me downstairs. Her maternal instincts / spidey senses wouldn't let her rest either. That night I skipped my pill installment because I felt so poorly and I felt Krista should get at least one night off. Probably a mistake, in retrospect, because I had a low grade fever at 6am when I couldn't cope any longer.
Even relatively comfortable positions were next to impossible to find. I started taking the Percocet more regularly, and that left me groggy and feeling ill. Next trick, up the water intake. Over a couple of days of tweaking, I eventually found something close to a balance. I'm using my cell alarm to remind me every four hours to top up both water and pills - even during the night.
So much for having learned from the first experience.
By Tuesday, my fever was under control and I felt well enough for my parents to visit. We spent an hour or so, updating them on my status and experience in the hospital.
My appetite was getting better by this point too, and I hit another milestone: I actually went TO the bathroom. I had been "making water" in a plastic urinal we got from the hospital, but I hadn't yet beat the constipation inducing drugs in my system.
The journey to the bathroom was difficult, because although I had started finding pseudo-comfortable positions in bed, my knee's range of motion had been decreased significantly and was painful to move. I couldn't put the knee on the scooter, let alone put any weight on it, without a lot of pain. So there was a lot of hobbling and wailing as I made my way to the bathroom.
The next hurdle: this time it's the right leg doing the work, which means I am on the right side of the scooter while in motion. So everything is backwards now. I couldn't drive into the bathroom, because I couldn't perform a dismount from the other side of the scooter. So, get out, turn around, back in. Argh. The scooter had felt very natural while performing for the physio nurse, but now it is almost impossible to use. Not useless - because I can still get around, but nothing is easy. Hopefully, that changes when I'm to the point of being out and about.
The range and pain in the knee is quite a bit better now, but I still dread having to get around in the house.
My goal for this week is to get acclimatized enough to be able to actually work from home productively next week. Of course, since the surgeon wants to see me in the fracture clinic on Tuesday, I'll only have one work day before another off day and possibly a tough recovery from being out. Sigh.
In the mean time, other business continues as usual. We're still struggling to get the stove we paid for on Jan 23. On Wednesday, the delivery boys came by with the wrong stove. We have had little luck getting The Brick to take responsibility for it. That is, they say "sorry", and "we'll look into it" and like that but haven't produced results yet.
Today, Thursday, is my birthday. We're trying not to let anything get us down when we should be celebrating. And I had another milestone: I got my hair washed for the first time since 4am on Friday morning. What a relief. I've been feeling so oily and dirty. Thanks for the hose down in the kitchen sink, Krista. I also had a nice Thai dinner and some TV catch up time. Krista joined me on the bed for that.
Next? Tax time.