Today marks the 5th day since the meniscus and tibia cartilage trimming and I am finally turning the corner. The shower prohibition ended this morning so in addition to feeling a little better (more on that in a minute) I am also clean. Showers are so taken for granted and under-appreciated for the luxury (both as a pleasure and as a major indulgence in terms of the resources they use) that they really are. I saved a lot of water this week with my washcloth baths and the one hair washing I did at the kitchen sink. It dawned on me, during this at the sink shampooing, that when I was growing up people used to often wash their hair at the kitchen sink. I don't think people do this anymore. I wonder why?
For the most part I've spent the day lying down with my leg up with the calf well wrapped. The wrap makes a huge difference in cutting down on the pain. The rest and elevation seems to have worked its magic. Suddenly this afternoon, for the first time since even before the surgery, I found that I was able to walk without a limp. This was pretty exciting since the whole point of doing all this was to have a functional knee again. Although I'm still not up to spending a lot of time on my feet, I finally feel like I'm headed in the right direction. My plan is to keep doing what I'm doing, with more walking added in as I can tolerate it. I'm still tired- like really wiped out tired- from the systemic impact of being put to sleep and having power tools used inside a major joint. Although the holes they make are really little this stuff takes its toll. Hopefully the recovery process will start to speed up over the next couple of days. I have to teach Tuesday night and it will be little tough doing it if I don't feel a lot better than I do now.
Jim is making dinner again, another soup, this time with potatoes from the Brookfield Farm. This weekend is the last winter share pick-up. We'll have to go tomorrow or we'll be out of luck. It won't be long until the Foodbank Farm opens for the season and we'll start seeing all those greens again.
The dogs continue to get along. Patches is a joy and a nuisance- smart, sweet, and fun, but also good at finding trouble and finding it fast. She's so big and so agile that she can overcome almost any barrier. Put up a gate and she just leaps over it. If she wants something on a counter, say a stick of butter, she can just help herself. Just now while Jim was cooking she got one of my sweaters, luckily an old one, and chewed part of the collar off. Once I'm back on my feet there's going to be some serious dog proofing around here. Good thing she's crate trained or we'd really be in trouble.