Long game-
Nine weeks. One would
think anything would be healed after nine weeks. I have to admit that I am back at the gym,
though I am about as strong as a newly born kitten. It is great to move some heavy (sort of )
stuff again and sweat a bit. PT is going
very well or so my therapist says. I am
apparently ahead of the curve for fifty-eight year olds who have had both of
their knees replaced at the same time.
But I am not a patient person and I am still limited in what
I can do. A three-mile walk in the sun
resulted in a pretty sore pair of legs the next day. But, I
do need to remember that I have been ten weeks or more without any significant
exercise and my knees suffered major trauma.
I have to start looking at the long game here; one year is a
more realistic barometer than nine weeks.
Duh. The pain is relatively
minor: generally a two or a three on a ten scale. I am still waking up around 2am most every night
and staying up for an hour or two. The
knees are stiff when I first wake up and when I go to bed. I can’t climb a mountain or play racquetball
yet. I can take care of myself, clean
the house, make a meal… I am functional.
Truth be told, I am in better shape than I was before the surgery and
the trajectory is up. I am still feeling
a little bit better every day. Not a
lot, but a little.
I am still using ibuprofen and acetaminophen, generally
every six hours or more. I have actually
taken one Ambien and got a great night’s sleep.
I may do it again.
