I was reflecting on the fact that yesterday was “Independence Day” and, in view of the current political climate, I thought this was apropos. We’ve needed a day of reckoning for way too long on way too many scores.
I’m in pursuit of my own personal independence day in my quest to return to full mobility after my total knee replacement surgery. The VA finally got its rear in gear and I had my “induction visit” for outpatient physical therapy Wednesday — only three weeks late. Fortunately, it turned out that the facility I wanted was in TriWest’s network so I get to go to the one that’s literally right around the corner instead of to a facility that’s way over on one side of town, or one that’s way over on the other side of town.
I like it. The therapist is not only professional but nice. I was pleased to note that I did not lose all that much ground in the three weeks I twiddled my thumbs waiting for Godot. . . I actually did gain some ground. I went from 82 degrees of flexion at 18 days postop after a week in-home PT (which is really good, BTW) to 102 degrees of flexion at 6 weeks postop, which is past 90 degrees (a measurement of how far I can bend my knee, assuming a straight leg is zero degrees, and remembering that the furthest I can bend my good leg is 125 degrees because I’m a real woman with a real woman’s thunder thighs!, not some anorexic stick-figure of a fashion model, so there. ) Starting next Wednesday, I will have two sessions a week of PT for 7 weeks.
All since the surgery, I’ve been having intermittent nerve pain as part of the healing process — as nerves heal and reconnect, they yell at my brain, “Can you hear me now?!” It’s like being savagely stabbed six or eight times with an electrified fork, suddenly and without warning. Sometimes the jolt is so strong my foot even jumps. Then it stops. Not everybody gets this, but apparently I do, and it’s totally on the curve of a normal healing process. Remember, I’ve done this whole thing, surgery and all, on nothing but a local nerve block for immediate post surgical pain, Tylenol and Aleve, that’s it. Of course, I had no choice in the matter, because I’m allergic to practically everything else, but still. I stopped taking anything for pain over two weeks ago.
The reverse osmosis water guy was out Wednesday afternoon for the 6-month filter change on my under-sink unit, and ever since, when I’ve turned the regular sink tap on, I get the spits and splutters of air in the line. I let the water run for a good minute that first time, and that should have taken care of it, but when I ran water a couple of hours later, it spit and spluttered again. It’s happening consistently. I’ve got to try calling them in the morning and have the guy back out because something is out of kilter. Bother.
For weeks now, high temps have been in the 90’s F(32-37 C) with lows in the low 70’s F (21-24 C). Thankfully, I haven’t had to go out in it much. We’ve been having thunderboomers intermittently. Afternoon and late evening storm moves in, with a lot of thunder and lightening. It rains torrentially for about half an hour with pea to marble size hail more often than not, then it quits. Then for a couple days afterward we get 60%-70% humidity (stop laughing, you east Texans!) which is really high for us (39% to 49% is average). (Where I live up in the flatlands is considered “semi-arid” with average rainfall of 16-17 inches/40-43 cm a year.)
Late Wednesday night, after things cooled down some, I baked three potatoes in the oven. The way I do my baking taters (wash potatoes, rub them with olive oil while still damp, cook at 360º for 1 hour) makes the skin tender and thin. I had some of those Birdseye steam in the microwave packages of broccoli and cauliflower mix veggies which I nuked, and some thick cut deli chicken, and a green onion, and some Sargento sprinkle cheese to load my tater with. I got one tater left. That’ll be lunch mañana.
I thought I’d leave you with this little vault over the language barrier from a restroom in Japan (?). Words to live by.