It is now nearly five weeks since the trauma associated with Replacement Knee Surgery began. Life will eventually return to a state of near normality I hope. perhaps. In the meantime I live in the surreal world occupied by those out of work, retired, very retired, those immobile, indeed anyone not preoccupied by the necessity to leave the house on a daily basis. Jeremy Kyle has become my staple diet. I leave the house infrequently via an unsprung vehicle, (ambulance) to be further tortured by attractive ladies in the local hospital intent on returning me to a state of supreme fitness via all manner of machines. (Physios\ Occupation therapists)). Which of course will be very clever as my fitness prior to the operation was by no means 'supreme'. Life is still a hazy, drug induced existence but is getting better so some thoughts on the last four week, in no particular order.
Drugs ruled\rule; my life, People, other people were now in control. My very existence was in the hands of others. I was in bed; how long decided by others. What to do and when decided by others. (Eat, poo, pee, decided by me. You must be joking!) No alcohol, not allowed; driving, not allowed; over a month of being fetched, carried, delivered. When, how, where decided by others. (The longest I have gone without alcohol for over fifty years! I have lost well over a stone in weight. Amazing!)
I have felt better but not really surprising as my daily intake of drugs includes:
Enoxaparin (an injection)
All somewhat depressing but hopefully I will look back eventually and smile again at the trials and tribulations associated with spring and summer 2013. On a positive note, I have met people who I would not have met, many worse off than myself. To cheer ourselves up, my wife and I have decided to buy a new car. (Our present vehicle is fifteen years old!) So its into the world of modern vehicles, turbos, sat navs, safety ratings, CO2 emissions, cruise controls and colour coded bits and pieces. Should be interesting!