Yep, pretty much nothing but the sound of crickets coming from my blog the past few weeks.
I’d spent over a month getting ready; reorganizing furniture, widening a few pathway pinch points and disappearing a couple of extension cords. My house, it seemed, abounded with trip hazards.
I stored away small area rugs, and found better places for winter boots to live. It’s amazing how clutter can narrow a house’s footprint in 25 years. A small dresser here, a tub of yarn there …. Dachshunds everywhere.
Hey, who knew adding dog ramps to the bed in 2018 made access on my side of the bed only 20” wide? Way too narrow for a walker, but an easy fix – Jerry and I switched sides. This solved a couple of mobility/access problems, but sure seemed super weird after 24 years.
I think I was as prepared as I could manage, never having been in this particular position before. I had spoken to friends (and doctors, too), watched dozens of recommended You Tube videos, and had purchased all sorts of medical aids to assist in my return to wholeness.
Want to hear the real laugh (well, maybe the only laugh)? I fully expected, since I’d have to spend weeks sitting and lying about, to keep myself occupied by writing daily blog posts documenting my recovery.
Umm … yeah, it turns out – not so much.
In hindsight; why I thought this was something I’d ever want to blog about is beyond my comprehension.
Two weeks ago today, I went in for a TKR (total knee replacement) of my right knee. These photos are the only highlights I’ve been able to glean from the past two weeks.
I have excellent round-the-clock nursing care. Nurse Rhonda has occasionally called in reinforcements in the form of assistant nurse, Baxter, when I was having a particularly bad day, and allowed man-servant, Jerry/Dad, to bring me food and ice.
Ronni and guard-cat Qiviut, have been diligent in keeping Mom safe from the dastardly red squirrel on the deck. That nasty intruder is NOT going to disturb Mom’s healing.
Mostly though, Nurse Rhonda has become a limpet, glued to my side and attentive to the smallest change in mood.
This is Rhonda at the end of week one – willing Mom to please feel better. 💗