Well it's been rough. I was finally cleared to take some ibuprofen, which has helped dramatically, which has allowed me to greatly reduce the narcotic pain pills. I had become a weepy depressive mess on them. It wasn't fun.
I had slacked off a bit on my stretching and exercises during this past weekend, feeling too confident. At therapy yesterday it was discovered that my getting my leg straightened out had slipped a bit as I was focusing on bending. Needless to say the therapist spent a bit of time pushing my leg straight into the table, and I spent last night in tears from the pain. Today I have worked hard on my stretches. I never want that again.
I am walking mostly unassisted, but take my cane outside just in case. I can do most of my work again at a slower pace and even can carry some water.
My leg still remains twice as big as the other and I wonder if that's how it's going to be. I get my staples out tomorrow, which I'm not looking forward to. Today is my last day of my injectable blood thinner. As a type 1 diabetic I am not happy about taking another shot, especially when it burns afterwards, so I will be happy to be done with that.
Sorry I haven't been updating, as I've said I really got depressed and hopeless feeling, but now can maybe see some relief in the future.
I do hate having to sleep only on my back and spending time sitting as my low back hurts from it. I have started to do more walking, and hope to get some strength back. I think I will keep using the shower chair for another week just because it feels luxurious to take a seat for a while.
This has been way harder than I expected and I hope it's worth it in the end. The thought of doing the other leg terrifies me, so we shall see when that happens.