The idea of the surgery soon started to scare me the most, as I started to hear horror stories from well-meaning friends and relatives. Mostly everyone either knows someone who has experienced joint replacement, or they have had it done themselves, it seems. The day finally came, after a hectic and emotional last few weeks of school. I was admitted, had a long wait to get in, and the next thing I knew, I was in recovery. The pain is constantly monitored with Mayo Clinic's "scale of one to ten", and I realized that the pain I was feeling at first was indescribable, and I really couldn't use the true number due to the possibility of alarming the nurses. So I decided that I would downgrade the pain when they asked.
After the first day or so, it really did seem to be less, and each day progressed from there. I was able to go home on Thursday, May 17, after a three-night hospital stay. How I got around the first couple of days at home is a mystery, but my son was there the whole time, helping me with ice packs, physical therapy, medications, and general moral support. Having a walker has been great and has actually helped firm up my flabby arms! Now I'm looking forward to ditching the walker and maybe just using a cane, to help for support.
My friends and family have all been so supportive and wonderful--with calls, prayers and good wishes. I will be up and around soon, and hopefully see some of you face to face. Take care and keep the good thoughts coming. I appreciate it.
I made a small video for my students--take care, and don't laugh TOO much. :(
I made a small video for my students--take care, and don't laugh TOO much. :(