I had the knee surgery yesterday morning and it went well, although I am not exactly reaping the benefits just yet. Yesterday I felt great which led me to think I'd been the recipient of a miracle cure, when in reality I'd just been the recipient of lots and lots of really good drugs, including an anti-inflammatory and plenty of local anesthetic put right into the joint before I woke up. Today has been a bit tougher and I'm told tomorrow will likely be similar. Oh, well. The offending torn cartilage has been cleaned up and I should be getting 100% function back once it heals, including back to running. This is hard to imagine right now when I'm living from one dose of Vicodin to the next, but it's definitely something to look forward to. Despite the temporary misery I'm glad I had the surgery because the problems in there were not going to fix themselves.
I really misjudged what the recovery from this would be like. My surgery experience up until now was limited to the mastectomies. As awful as the idea of having your breast chopped off might be and for all the disconcerting pity responses it tends to elicit, it's actually not very hard to recover from. I didn't even need painkillers afterwards. This knee thing almost requires a home health aide. Really. I'm sitting here with Estelle's walker next to me, and I'm grateful to have it.
The dogs are getting along better which is a huge relief for us. Gus seems to be accepting Patches as part of the family and has been close to her a few times today with no attacks. I think our close supervision and clear, strong messages that attacking her is not okay have been very helpful.
Patches will definitely be a great running dog- she needs a couple of runs a day at this point so I better hurry up and get over this knee thing. She's been pretty lively around the house- lots of energy and creativity. She likes to collect things, especially if she's a little bored- you can see her looking around for something to carry off- a pen, a DVD, baby clothes, a jacket, a book off the shelf. She hasn't chewed anything up...yet, and she's been good about handing over whatever she's taken in return for a Nylabone or plushy AKC toy. None of this is unexpected but it sure is a workout.
Calling all local friends. Please don't hesitate to come by if you want to play with her or go for a walk!