Well, I’ve got some good news. My knee is feeling so much better. Not like a little better. No, my knee is almost, dare I say it, pain free most of the time now. Sure, it aches, but the sharp, nausea-inducing, so-bad-it-causes-thoughts-of-suicide pain is pretty much gone.
[Insert the “Hallelujah Chorus” from Handel’s Messiah here.]
My need for pain medication has gone to a sporadic thing, even after physical therapy. That’s not the biggest and best thing, though. My Flexeril usage has gone from 40 mg at night to 20 mg. Apparently, a lot of my pain and overall inability to sleep was caused by my knee hurting.
I’m not going to pretend like my knee is never going to hurt really bad again because I know that’s unlikely. And I’m not going to start to do things that will hurt it. But…my hope for a life that revolves less around the pain doesn’t seem like a pipe dream anymore.
I think I may start adding small walks into my daily routine in the next few days. Don’t worry. That’s actually considered safe at this point in my healing from the surgery & is even recommended. And I won’t go too far. I’ll start at a tenth of a mile & work my way back to doing a mile at a time. If I start getting worse, then I know to call my doctors or the physical therapists about it.
I am so thankful that things are looking up right now.