Jul 28 2010
Kneed
Somehow, I had failed to realize that Megan wouldn’t really have the use of her hands as well as her legs after the knee surgery. She can crutch around, but you can’t really make dinner or do much of anything when your hands are occupied with crutches. So she did need more help than you’d think, especially in the first few days.
So it was good she had her sister around to wash dishes, make dinner, fluff up the bed and make it, and other things that need hands.
Now she can get around on one crutch. She hasn’t taken painkillers for four days now, which is where we have a philosophical parting of the ways. She dislikes the effects of the medication more than the pain, whereas I, as you remember, was horribly disappointed that the pills were not, as advertised, a sort of pain eraser. “Stoic” has never been used to describe me.
She’s still applying Motrin and ice to the wounded area, but I practically had to restrain her from driving after Jonathan and Rob worked on her car, and she keeps saying she can take the dogs for a short walk. She may be one of the few people who can’t wait to get back to work. She really did not inherit any of the sloth gene. I think I got it all.
While she’s been laid up, her boss has called to check in on her a couple of times, as well as her co-workers and her former colleagues. It’s nice to be loved!
Today Rob is driving her to physiotherapy, in the hopes that it will accelerate her recovery. She’s due to go back to work in about a month, but I think it can’t be soon enough for her.