Seriously, how long should it take to get my normal life back. You know the one, travel around Europe on a small French Cruise Ship where almost no English was spoken. Traveling without a mask, wearing a mask during PT mission impossible but now I do it twice a week. Fear of shopping without a mask, or just the fear of being with a lot of unknown people.
Last March 3, at 9:45am I meet Dr. Matheous and he asked me what I wanted to do about my bone on bone knees (which also were wind swept). Out of my mouth I said "I WANT MY LIFE BACK". With my permission he scheduled me for a complete Right knee replacement on June 1. Three months later, I told Dr. Matheous at a follow up visit that if I had to cancel our trip to France again (It would be the fourth time due to Covid.) …if I had to cancel our France Trip, that I wanted to have a surgery for my total replacement of my Right knee in October. As it turned out, October did not work, but he finally scheduled my operation on November 16th.
And so it went, another covid test, another interview with the hospital staff, MRI, bag full of drugs and repaired crutches and borrowed Merilyn's walker once again.
Today is December 23rd, Christmas is this weekend. I am walking without the walker, or my crutches.
PT exercises are strengthening my new right knee. The only drug that I am still on is baby aspirin.
My knee still gets very hot, still use ice, but, the pain level is doable without drugs.
I still fizzle out of energy without warning. I still don't have the greatest sleep and I still take naps.
I read my history books, and listen to Classical Station WBUR at home. It calms me. Covid is still around, we here both have had our two covid shots, and booster shot. And for extra protection, we also got flu shots.
We stay home a lot. First, we stayed home because I was too weak, to doing much of anything. Now, we stay home due to another Covid variant is spreading like wild flower and its name is the
Omicron variant.
Covid nags at my brain. It is always the light that is left on in the attic. It stops me from getting involved with new projects. It make me sad, it makes me cry and scream. There is no normal anything anymore. On top of this, I am spending all my energies get strong legs and knees to be able to take long walks this spring, work in my garden (clean up the fall dead plants at last, and perhaps, ride my bike.
So this is why I am not doing any embroidery projects, or playing with my new sewing machine, or drawing, walking the ocean or even feeling any creativity.
All my energies are going to my knees. Let me repeat....all my energies are going to my knees and my legs. I am getting stronger, I will be walking in the spring. If that is not a huge task, I don't know anything more challenging that I can set my mind to.
So off Dancer, Prancer, and Santa. All I walk for Christmas is a good hike in the woods, up hills, down hills, around trees and shrubs.
I can do this...and yes, I am doing this. Watch me go.
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