I am not a patient person, but it’s expected because patience runs thin on my mom’s side of our family. It is one of my character flaws, but since I am basking in mid-life, I have just accepted it. And so I am 16 days post-op, and recovering as expected – by the doctor; I expected a miraculous healing. I am getting around quite well, but then I forget I just had surgery, and I do something careless,, like try to kneel or squat.
Let’s just say it’s a good thing I’m not Catholic. At my post-op checkup, I was told I would not be able to kneel for three or four months. That might not seem like a big deal, but, seriously, have you ever tried to clean a toilet without kneeling? Wipe up a floor by bending at your waist? Squat, you say? Nope. I can’t do that either. I have forgotten I can’t do that, and have squatted down to pick something up, and then pain shoots from my kneecap to every single nerve in my hip, foot, and leg. And then I remember I can’t squat. Sunday I simply wanted to sit on the couch. Sometimes I plop down with my legs underneath me. I tried this, and again, my knee can’t bend that far back. I made some primal (is that a word? Like a sound that comes from a primate? Pretend it is.) moan causing my husband to ask what I had done. Ugh…I just wanted to sit down without propping my leg on a pillow.
I was told I could begin to ease back into exercise, beginning with a little walking, biking, and swimming. Honestly, I am scared. My knee still hurts, and the thought of turning bicycle pedals makes my belly turn. I suck at swimming, so I decided I would go for a walk with my friend and coworker Kelly. I knew she’d bring her kids in a stroller, which would (hopefully) make her walk a little slower than normal. We walked over two miles, and I made it, but it was hard. To go from being able to run 13.1 miles, to barely being able to walk – slowly – two miles is slightly discouraging. Hell, it’s downright maddening. But it was nice to have some time in the great outdoors with my friend. Positive…positive…positive!
Yesterday was my daughter’s first high school golf match. I don’t like golf. At all. Won’t ever. Yes, I’ve played. Hated it. But, being the devoted mother I am, I drove out to Christmas Lake to cheer her on. And then I found out you cannot cheer in golf. You may softly utter, “Good Ball’. That little phrase doesn’t make sense to me. What’d the ball do? It was a good shot, good drive, nice putt. Good ball? I have lots to learn. Anyway, the coach from the other team told us we could rent a cart for $5. I considered it, but then thought I could get a little exercise, and none of the other moms were being wimpy and getting a cart, so I walked. For three hours I walked up and down hills and stood. That was one of the most ignorant things I’ve done in a long time (other than purchasing the wrong Cubs tickets). I was hot; there were bugs; my knee hurt; and I was bored out of my mind. Golf moves at a snail’s pace. No, slower. One hole could take 20 minutes. By the time I got home, my knee ached like crazy, and it actually hurt all night long, which it hasn’t done since right after surgery.
Tomorrow we have another match at the same place. And, yes, I will be there with my timid little voice, trying not to make jokes or holler, “Way to go, Babycakes!”, and driving a cart. I will take a book to read or papers to grade, and I will follow my little princess around in a golf cart. I will find joy in the moment (probably in the form of a Diet Mountain Dew and a candy bar). I will rest my knee.
I am supposed to be able to run in a couple more weeks. Today, I can’t even imagine that. I am pretty hesitant to try much of anything. The doctor said I won’t hurt anything, but I could slow recovery, which is just what I don’t want to do. Getting back in shape is going to be rough. It takes so long to get into good shape, but gosh, it goes quickly once you stop working out. I won’t be able to teach Zumba for a few more weeks, and I really need feel good about my mobility before taking it on again. There is so much I want to do right now. Gary is working out often, so he’s gone a lot, and I am stuck here. Maybe next week I’ll get brave and attempt the elliptical. Woo hoo. I’d have to be desperate to look forward to an elliptical!
After all is said and done, I am healthy, healing, and blessed. I spoke with my friend Rob today, and he is currently battling cancer – and winning. He has the best attitude, believes in the power of prayer, and has been fighting like hell. If he can take on that challenge without complaining, I think I need to get over myself, be glad I only have a knee injury, and quit whining. Well, I will quit whining about recovery, but will likely continue to whine about golf until mid-September. To Rob…You keep up the good fight! Our family, particularly Morgan and Bethany, have been blessed to have you and Angela in our lives. We, along with countless other Prayer Warriors, will keep on praying!
Peace and Love….