Day 1 of Recovery

We've all woken up in unfortunate positions. Whether it's with a massive head ache, massively confused, in a strange place, or next to a strange person. But, I can quite comfortably say, I've never had a morning quite like the one I had on November 18th, 2009. Thanks mostly to the drugs that the anesthesiologist gave me, I slept comfortably through the night, but, as soon as I woke up on Wednesday, I knew that my life was about to get weird.

I had an 11:15 doctor's appointment, so, after a light breakfast, I was loaded into my mother's car and off we headed to SOAR. At what was basically a glorified dressing change, I got to talk to the nurse practitioner about how I was supposed to deal with having two "non-weight baring" legs. In reality, my legs were not non-weight baring, in fact I could stand up quite comfortably for around thirty seconds and could do some light crutch-walking. The N.P. made it clear that she wanted me to stay off my legs as much as possible until our November 30th appointment. I was also told that I wouldn't be able to shower until that appointment, which also wasn't the world's greatest news.

After re-wrapping my knees, we set off for home, and, as soon as we got back, I laid back down on my bed and tried to get comfortable. I made the mistake of not taking any Percocet during the day, and just assuming because I didn't have pain then, I wouldn't have pain later. However, around 5 pm, my knees started killing me, and though the Percocet works like a charm, it takes about 30-45 minutes to kick in, so I would really recommend taking it preemptivly so you aren't left in a lot of pain waiting for it to kick in. I basically spent the whole rest of the night with sore knees. Needless to say, I learned a valubable lesson. Don't let the pain get ahead of you.