Re-Knee-ed

Four days ago I got a new right knee. Same hospital, different surgeon. And the best I can say is that I'm really, really glad I'm not a centipede. Or even a quadruped.

I wasn't eager to do it; I still remembered how unpleasant the first knee was twenty-two months ago. But it had to be done and I was eager to be on the other side of it. And now here I am.

In the total scheme of things, it's a little bit early. Joe is still slowed down by his cardiac rehab and while he's trying diligently to be a good nurse, it's a struggle for him. Our neighbors, our family, friends have been wonderful (someone is out there even as I type, plowing the snow that has been accumulating all day). I'm managing my medicines, trying not to take too much of the oxy, and my nurse is doing the meals and doing a damn good job of it, too. Telling ourselves that a month from now, all will be back to whatever normal is supposed to be.

So there's not a lot to blog about. But two things:

First, the care I received in our hospital was superb. Literally everyone who interacted with me was exceptional. If I were a centipede, I'd go back there in a minute. Postop, I had the option of going home but I'd developed a complication of no feeling on the sole of my operated foot, making it unsafe. So I spent the night and was really glad to have the professionals tending to me. Discharge was smooth, picking up meds also smooth, and -- well -- so far, so good.

Second, there's not a lot of quilting/sewing going on. I did have the foresight to ask Himself to draw the embroidery motifs on the low volume border of Pick A Petal and I'm working -- a little -- on that embroidery. Still have the applique to figure out, but that's for another day.

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