Crybaby

Diary of a Cry Baby

Surgery Day: Wednesday morning:

I’m scared. I don’t want to do this. What if it’s something worse? Also, I’m a little snotty, they probably won’t do the surgery.

Wednesday afternoon, post-surgery:

I feel absolutely fine. I could, like, jog if I wanted too. It doesn’t even hurt. No meniscus tear… probably won’t even hurt. (also, I’ve had SO many drugs I asked my nurse what she did for a living)

Thursday morning:

Holy Mother of Gawd! Why does this hurt so bad. Oh, my gawd, I can’t walk! I’ll never be able to walk again. No, I cannot & will go to physical therapy.

Thursday afternoon, after drug induced nap:

Physical Therapy was hell. Need help getting off the couch. This hurts too much, it’s too swollen, something is probably wrong. Oh, my gawd, what if it’s infected & they have to cut my entire leg off? Give me ice! Feed me!

Thursday Night:

Almost finished with “Love is Blind.” Haven’t written or read a single word. The pain is too much! Did manage to shop on Amazon though…

Friday morning:

Swelling is much better, I can actually semi-walk to bathroom without too much pain. It is exhausting to get up though, the cold is back in full force. We need toilet paper.

Friday afternoon, after drug induced nap:

Finished “Love is Blind.” Can walk to the bathroom with minimal help. Have probably gained 30 pounds back already. Jac & Kenz are coming over to discus wedding contingency plans.

Friday night:

Held off taking pain meds because they make me dramatically dumb & tired. Maddison (Jac’s daughter) was hilarious entertainment. Wedding meeting was over by 9 PM because I needed drugs & bed.

Saturday Morning:

Can walk with little pain but still sore. Walmart grocery order was cancelled so we need to venture out for groceries & of course, toilet paper. I got this.

Saturday late morning:

BIG mistake, I did not take enough drugs for this. It hurts & I cannot handle the panic buying. Oh, my gawd, I have to sneeze…will they kick me out of Walmart?

Saturday afternoon:

Skipped pain meds in favor of cold meds, watched TV, napped, walked without help (YAY!) Waiting for Amy to finish the ribs so I can chow. Stephen is at a birthday party & comes home to check in every 30 minutes…comes to the door and yells “MOM, I’m checking in.” I’ve jolted awake 3 times now. Got the computer out like I was gonna write…yeah right. No thoughts in this head.

Saturday night:

THOSE RIBS THOUGH. Amy is AMAZING. I mean, she deserves an award for everything she does for me. I had a Milky Way today & it was amazing. I refuse to step on the scale. How long before there is feeling in my knee again?

Sunday morning:

My whole leg is sore, but I can walk fairly normally. We listen to the news while we eat breakfast, preparing to run to Walgreens for bandages and sinus meds. I convince Amy to let me try to drive. I can do it, with minimal discomfort. At Walgreens I sneak some Easter candy into the basket. Salted caramel chocolate eggs? Don’t mind if I do. I promise to start my diet again tomorrow. Next another trip to Walmart. Stephen & Amy want grilled chicken wings for dinner. Are you kidding me? They’re out of Blue Cheese? What the actual… Time to head home. My knee is throbbing & clicking, time to text my nurse.

This entire experience could have been better, but it could have been much worse. Amy is a saint! I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve her. Stephen has been much more helpful than I anticipated, Kenzie & her mom, Beth (my nurse) kept me sane. Alexis, Jac, my Grandmother, & others repeatedly checked in to make sure all was good. I wouldn’t have gotten through this this without all the well wishes! I go back to work tomorrow & face this weird semi-new reality. Fingers crossed we ARE overreacting & everything quickly goes back to normal.