The Curse of Klutziness

My ice therapy machine

 

 

Well, the surgery went well and I was so thankful I don't remember anything about it other than getting in the car to drive home. The walker helped me get around the house that first day and all was good until that night. I got up in the wee hours of the morning to use the bathroom. One  minute I was up and the other I was down. I'd fallen smack dab on the knee they'd just repaired. I was in so much pain and couldn't manage to get up. My sweet hubby finally heard me moaning and came over to help.  

In the morning, as soon as I knew the offices would be open, I called to make an appointment with my surgeon. I wanted to have my knee checked out to make sure I hadn't ruined everything he'd done. When I got to the office, I waited about 15 minutes before being called back. As the nurse led me to the room, we passed my doc in the hall. He made the naughty sign to me and smiled. 

 

When he came into the room, he examined me and then sent me to have some xrays done. Getting up on the xray table was challenging, but I managed. They did 3 xrays and when the doc got them and reviewed them, he assured me everything was still in place and there was no damage from the fall other than bruising and swelling. I was sent home with instructions to keep icing and elevating my knee, to wear my compression hose, and take the meds he prescribed for me. 

So now I have a really fat leg that I can barely move and one normal leg. Hopefully the swelling will go down and make mobility easier. I need to be able to get around. We shall see.