Well, it had to happen eventually. I mean, you can’t have knee surgery and not get angry during the recovery process. Right? Or maybe that’s just me. And man, if it’s just me, then I might need some help because I was definitely more frustrated and angry than anything during this past week.
I may have been more frustrated but I did have some good days. Like Wednesday when I got my stitches out and it became okay for me to shower without a plastic bag on my leg!! WOOO!!! And yes, that also means I can take the brace off for the shower. SO. HAPPY!!!
I also managed to get in a couple of actual workouts this week, too! Admittedly, one was just a push-up, sit-up complex but still. Work is work!
Plus, I’ve been using resistance bands tied to either an assault bike or the rig and doing my ankle exercises. And no-one questions me laying down on the floor and doing my PT exercises anymore. Now it’s just part of the daily routine at the gym. haha
I was really stoked that I could pretty much do the actual programmed workout on Thursday. Only had to change one thing! The workout included kettle bell swings, which is obviously out of the question, so I substituted seated dumbbell presses instead. Not anywhere close to the same movement stimulus but I needed/wanted something else to do in that spot.
I’m going to try to get a few (2-3) workouts in each week, if I can manage it. The crutches are definitely a workout but I need more! For my fitness and definitely for my sanity.
I’m getting more proficient on the crutches – still scooting down the stairs to the basement to scoop the kitty litter but I can climb up them now! – and I’m thisclose to getting a pistol squat with my right leg. #brightside I’ve also improved at navigating around in the kitchen and doing a little more cooking. Still wears me out but at least I’m not eating cereal all the time, right?
Physical therapy is going pretty well. We’ve added an ankle weight to my leg lifts so I can get more quad engagement. We did 1 lb at first and then upped it to 2 lbs. I’ll tell you what – 2 lbs isn’t a lot but boy did it feel heavy!! haha
It’s only been a few weeks but look at how small my left leg is already! *sob*
I took that picture the day my stitches came out so my left leg looks even smaller to me now since that was pretty much a week ago. *sigh*
If you look closely at my left shin, you can see the yellowing of a bruise. Well, now it’s a nice blue/purple and it goes all the way down to my heel! My shin is definitely tender. Guess that’s what happens when the doctor drills a hole in your leg.
So, I discovered I can’t grocery shop by myself. My work schedule and Thing 2’s work schedule made a weekend shopping trip out of the question. I had a few things that I needed to get so I thought I would brave the store on my own. I went to my local Food Lion and I live in a small town and I didn’t see a motorized cart anywhere. I started with a normal-sized cart and figured out pretty quickly THAT was not going to work. So, I crutched over to the other entrance where the small carts were and tried one of those. I got maybe 3 steps – push, crutch, push, crutch – and decided NO. WAY. I was right by the manager’s area and there were plenty of employees right there and no one said a single thing to me or asked if I needed help. Now, granted I didn’t look at them because I didn’t really want to draw too much attention to myself so I don’t know if they even saw me. BUT, how can you miss the girl on crutches trying to wrangle a cart? Whatever. I just left the cart and turned and crutched my way out of the store. Ugh. Luckily, after I got into my truck, I looked in my sideview and saw Thing 2’s future mother-in-law (she had just finished loading her truck!) and I got out and asked for help and she went shopping with me!! AND brought the groceries home and helped me get them in the house. 🙂 So, while this started off bad, it ended on a good note! That being said, I don’t even know how I’m going to manage the next few weeks if I can’t shop on my own. UGH!
I also discovered that getting in and out of the bathtub downstairs is a little more difficult than I thought it would be, even with a shower chair for help. Soooo, I have to go upstairs to shower. Nothing like adding MORE time onto things that normally took very little. Seriously, it takes me at least twice as long, if not longer, to do things I could normally do in 5 minutes (like feeding the animals, etc.) Don’t even get me started on how long it takes me to do laundry or empty the dishwasher. :/
Oh, and if I spend too much time up and about (what? who, me?), my foot swells up like a balloon. And then I have a fat foot and kankles. It’s super attractive.
Well, might as well address the elephant in the room – my bad attitude. It was really bad on Friday. I was just so angry and frustrated and tired of having to do ALL. THE. THINGS. by myself. And I can’t even DO all the things. Thing 2 came over on Saturday to vacuum, which was SUPER helpful but I feel like the house is a mess, my life is upside down, and I’m just so wiped out all of the time.
I had to force myself to pause and come up with things that I was thankful for before I went to bed angry and that helped. It really did. I mean, I’m still frustrated but I know this period is going to be brief, the surgery was for the best, everything is going so well so far, and I’ll be back to two legs before I even know it.
I’m also a little terrified about that thought. I know it sounds ridiculous but I’m scared of the day the physical therapist says, “okay, time to put some weight on that leg.” I mean, what if it hurts? What if my knee doesn’t want to work properly? WHAT. IF?!?!?! Irrational, right? I know. I can’t help it, though. I’m sure I’ll be fine and I know they aren’t just going to say, “gimme those crutches and walk, woman!” I know it’s going to be baby steps (and honestly, that frustrates me too because I am SO. OVER. THESE. CRUTCHES! #catch22) and that I’ll probably be using support like bars, etc. I just need to stop stressing about it. It’s hard though and I’m scared.
Well, that took an unexpected little turn, now didn’t it? Sorry about that. But… #truth. And the truth isn’t always pretty. I guess the fact that I’m admitting it is good? Thanks for letting me tell it. 🙂