Awsome Visit

Last week my sister, her husband and beautiful baby boy Jack came up for a visit. We had such an awsome time. My brother and his wonderful girlfiend were also out for a visit from the city. I can't explain how close my family is, but it suffices to say that my siblings are my best friends, and I look forward to seeing them above anyone else. We had only a short time to visit, and we tried to make the most of it. My daughter was supposed to have a horseshow that weekend and was so excited because my sister would be there to cheer her on.(It was cancelled due to bad weather) My daughter and her aunt have always had a close relationship. They are very alike in personality and share a special bond. It was a dissapointment that it was cancelled, but we had a great time anyway.

My son had a Lacrosse game that Sunday, and we were expecting Pop Pop to come. It made his day to look up in the stands and see not just Pop Pop, but everyone had come to see him play. Uncle Mike got some great photos and I know it meant alot to him to have uncle Mike watch, as he was a goalie when he played soccer, so he knows the pressure of this position. His team lost, but he played well.(9 saves)

I am amazed at how big Jack has gotten. He is no longer a little pink lump of love, but a real kid. He is quick to smile and always happy. He adores him mommy, and his eyes just light up when he sees her, or even hears her in another room. I am so proud of the mother that my sister is. She is a common sense, no nonsense, do whats best for your baby, protective mother bear when need be kind of mom, and as lucky as she feels to have Jack, he is equally lucky to have her.

News, and Stuff...

Well, I have hesitated writing anything lately, as not too much has changed on the recovery front. I had an appointment with my Doctor last week, and was told that I have another 4 weeks of non-weight bearing. That will put me at almost 10 weeks of not putting any weight on my leg. It is driving me insane. I want nothing more than to step out of bed and stroll to the bathroom, or the kitchen for a drink. My armpits and hands are in agony from my crutches, so I have resorted to a pittiful and humiliating mode of transportation for short distances, hopping. I have nearly put my eye out on a few occasions where I have tried to hop without a bra. I have also started gravity assisted bending of my knee, a uncomfortable but not painful process. I am bending at about 45-50 degrees, and my doctor wants me to start PT also and be bending at 90 degrees by the time I see him next. I hastily asked him to refill my pain medication. They will not be gentle. Maybe if I load up before I go, I won't feel them hurting me? Probably not a good idea.

Update

Yesterday was my 2nd visit to my surgeon since my surgery. I was very nervous, as I was scheduled to have my stitches removed, and as I have never had stitches in my life before this, I had no idea what to expect. Would it hurt? Should I pre-medicate just in case? Well, I decided that since I have given birth to 3 children, I could handle this, so I did not take anything, and my only request was that my husband hold my hand. The nurse came in , and seeing the anxious look on my face, said "Don't worry this won't hurt a bit" Famous last words. She LIED! My poor husband has the nail marks in his hand to prove it. I had 20 stiches and it seemed like forever til she said, "Thats it, last one. See? that wasn't so bad, was it?" I put on my "Not bad at all" face, even though I was thinking she was the devil. She left the room, and sent in my Dr. He took a quick look at my knee, grabbed it and rocked the bones back and forth to check the stability, said "Looks good, stay off of it and no bending for another 3 weeks." 3 more weeks stuck in this chair, and sleeping flat on my back. And its not even guaranteed that after the 3 weeks, I will be starting PT. He wants to evaluate me again in 3 weeks, and we will see. I know that I am supposed to see a light at the end of this tunnel, and that I will be better than before when it is all said and done, but it is hard to be positive all of the time, and not feel guilty that everyone else has to take up the slack for what I should be doing. I can't even shower without help. GRRRRR! Don't get me wrong, I will get through it, and I will be fine, its just a huge change for me to be dependent on others to do for me. I will post more later. I need to take a nap. Later.