I am four days post-op and feeling pretty good. There honestly wasn't a ton of pain, except for Saturday night when my pain meds wore off and my knee felt as though it was on fire. I'm down to one crutch when I'm out of the apartment, weight bearing, and have switched from Percoset to ibuprofen. My knee is definitely a little swollen, and when I walk around I feel some pressure from that - but I can walk fairly normally and without a limp (or swagger, as I like to call it). My first physical therapy appointment is on Friday, and I will be getting my stitches out no September 13th. Weee! Doesn't look too gross, right?
I know that I make fun of my mom a lot on this blog. Hell, some of my best entries have come from things she's said and done - but I have to put it out there that she's been amazing. She slept next to me and made sure that I was fed, iced, medicated and happy. And then she helped me re-organize my entire apartment. It looks fantastic and neat, and who the hell would have guessed that I'd have three garbage bags full of non-usable crap lying around my studio apartment? It's so awesome to see that everything has a place and that I no longer have 50 travel-sized shampoos and conditioners. She's been epic and man, I love her.
This afternoon she started talking about train schedules and when she would leave. I don't know what came over me but all of a sudden I was just sobbing and begging her to stay one more day. She was beside herself and spent ten minutes hugging and kissing me and telling me to stop crying. Of course she didn't miss the opportunity to say, "well... you could always move back to New York". Well played, mama. I even cried long after she agreed to stay until tomorrow. I know that she has to go back tomorrow, but I just wasn't ready to let he go - and to be honest, I don't think she's quite ready to go either.
Wow - if someone had told me a week ago that I'd be hysterical at the possibility of my mother leaving I would have thought you were CRAY CRAY.