And Then There was Barfing
Last night the local wore off and I started to hurt. I took some meds and went to bed. This morning, it's that burning incision fun every time I bend. I'm not complaining. I expected worse. With this, I can deal. I am definitely more sore today though, than I was yesterday.
To add to the fun, Lil C woke up this morning, ate her breakfast and then promptly barfed all over herself. 10 minutes later she did it again. There is no way this leg is bending enough to clean a floor, so it was a good thing Mr. BBM was here to clean up the floor. I sat on the edge of the tub and gave her a much-needed bath.
We've spent the day lounging and watching the Food Network. We decided after several episodes that neither of us can stand The Barefoot Contessa and her snotty attitude. We also decided we're going to try to make phyllo dough pudding cups when we're both feeling better. When Lil C wasn't lounging on me, she was kissing me a lot. I sense fun things in my future, don't you?
Tomorrow morning, I'm allowed to remove the bandages, check out the swelling and take a much-needed shower. I'm thankful I won't need a lawn chair this time around. It's the small things that make me happy people.
Keep your fingers crossed (or your eyes if that's more your style) that the barfing stops with the little one.
Relief
That's the only word I can think of right now. I am just so relieved it's all over. I last looked at the clock in the OR at 7:50 a.m. and I woke up in recovery at 8:30. They told me it took my surgeon exactly 9 minutes to do the procedure.
I had a great anesthesiologist who served up a "double mojito, minimal ice." He also kept me laughing until I went to sleep. I apparently told one of the nurses when I was still loopy, that I better be able to go out and dance on my birthday (one month from today). She said I also told her that I'll be turning 29. . . again. Good to know I keep consistent with my lies even when I'm groggy from narcotics.
They told me I could keep my undies on during surgery so that really made my day. When I told them they made me take them off at the hospital, they were as puzzled as I was as to why.
My surgeon talked to me after I woke up a bit more (apparently he talked to me right when I woke up and I don't recall any of this), and he said that he checked my ACL and it is solid. He said he cut down the part that was protruding from my tibia and smoothed it all out. He said I should not have any more problems.
I walked in the house without crutches and have spent most of the day in bed with my leg elevated. I have a massive wrap and bandage around my knee that can come off on Friday, so that's made bending a bit difficult. But the discomfort is minimal at this point.
My surgeon gave me a stern warning to take it easy until I get the stitches out. I'm guessing this was prompted by me asking when I can go back to the gym. He said he wants the leg elevated to deal with the swelling that I can tell is already alive and well under all this bandaging.
Overall though, "relief" is the word of the day.
Thank you so much for all your emails and encouraging comments over the past few days. They helped me last year a great deal and they really helped calm my nerves leading up to today. I know I have the best readers ever.
And now this groggy girl is going back to sleep.
Surgery Eve
I've been given a report time tomorrow morning of 6:30 a.m. No food after midnight; no liquids after 4:30 a.m. Yeah, because I'll be up drinking coffee at 4. Not.
Early times like this concern me. Is my surgeon a morning person? How about the anesthetist? The nurses? I don't want any screw-ups.
I am so not a morning person so I'm thinking I will probably just roll out of bed around 6, take a quick shower and go. It's not like I can eat or anything anyway.
Last year, I barely slept the night before surgery and I have a feeling tonight will be more of the same. I have to keep reminding myself that this time won't be as bad, but unfortunately, the only thing I have to compare it to was pure hell.
Wish me luck tomorrow, and for a steady hand for the surgeon.
In the Interest of Avoiding the Topic of Surgery. . . Some Shameless Bragging
When I joined the gym back in the middle of October, you may recall that they measured my body fat percentage. I expected the worst, and it wasn't so bad. It came in at 21.6%, somewhere between "excellent" and "good."
I've been stepping on the scale every week or so and the numbers have stayed pretty much the same. They've fluctuated by a pound or two depending on how many cookies I ate over the holidays but I wasn't worried about not losing weight. That was never my intention. I just wanted to strengthen and tone.
So, I met with my trainer last night for the last time before surgery on Wednesday, and the body fat measuring thing was on the counter near where I was working out.
"Mind if I use this?" I asked him.
"No girl," he said as he filled in the info like weight and age and handed it over.
After a couple seconds, which felt like an eternity, the number popped up.
18.1% with a body mass index of 20.1.
My trainer flipped open his little book, found my age and traced his finger across. "Excellent" is 19.3.
18.1 people. 18.1.
This proves what I've known all along. I may not be losing weight, but I am definitely losing fat and replacing it with some serious muscle. Seeing progress like that is such a motivator. My goal is to return to working out as soon as I get my stitches out on January 14th and to return to karate the week of my birthday which is February 7th (I'll be turning 29 again, just in case you were curious).
And just so we're clear, even if I have to plan it myself, there will be a party.
Be Careful What You Search For
The computer doctor says my laptop will be ready for redeployment tomorrow. He said my computer was loaded with spyware, adware, etc. and that Norton is to blame. Apparently my anti-virus software isn't very anti anything except doing what it's supposed to do, keep my computer safe. The computer man says he's putting some fabulous anti-virus software program on my computer and that should do the trick. Here's hoping.
I am usually really careful about where I go on the internet, but while shopping for Mr. BBM for Christmas, I made a terrible blunder and I wonder if that's why my computer decided it needed a visit to the sick bay.
I was researching medicine balls and trying to find the best deals. We have a Dick's Sporting Goods store locally and so instead of running out to the store, I wanted to look up what they had first. I don't know about you, but I don't call the store "Dick's Sporting Goods." I call it by its first name like I do with anything or anyone familiar. And that's just what I typed in: insertfirstnamehere dot com. You get it? Good, because I'm not saying it.
Anyway, Dick's is not only the name of a sporting goods store. It's also a nickname for a certain male body part and let's just say that my eyes began to burn when the resulting website popped up. I'm sort of prudish like that. I don't recommend you do this because your computer may suffer the same unfortunate fate.
When Mr. BBM was getting ready to take my computer, I started rubbing my forehead. "Oh man, I hope he doesn't look at the websites where I've been."
"Why?" Mr. BBM asked and then I told him about my unfortunate encounter with the naughty site. He felt it necessary to tell the computer doctor and the guy laughed and said, "You wouldn't believe how many people do that!"
Here is one girl who won't be doing that again.
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