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.