I was up at the forsaken eary time of 6:30 after being awake til God knows when last night and then waking up with nightmares...
I did try to go to bed eary at 10pm, but I was sidetracked by thoughts and at 11, I finally gave up and watched "Rules of Engagement". I was restless last night and I thought that it might be due to the fact that my body is coming off the narcotics- I only had one yesterday. While I lay in bed, my knee was twitching and so were the surrounding muscles. Not sure if you have ever had the joy of feeling your body or parts of your body spasm uncontrollably, but let me tell you, when it happens like this- not a good time. The nightmare was interesting. I don't remember much of it, but there was someone that I care about deeply in it and I was shouting at them to "f off" (the full version nonetheless). This insane shouting actually woke me up as I was actually shouting in my sleep. Comforting. More comforting is knowing that no one in my household heard me. Bad news bears.
I managed to shower a little faster than usual this morning, which amuses me, because I am once again starting to feel human. I then decided that I would enjoy a coffee and wait for the cab to take me to the hospital. That was a slice. Something about cab drivers thinking that cause you're not paying for the ride and them taking the "long way around" is odd. Had this driver attempted this if I were paying, I would have told him off, but I just waited. It is definitely weird to wonder if you have to tip the driver. I wondered if I should explain to this guy that I do not have cash. I decided to just leave it. I was a cheap person with my Coach purse, yeah pretty sure he didn't think I was cheap, just a jerk. I had the joy of sitting in the cast clinic with a handsome young man who appeared to have the same procedure as me. I didn't chat with him because well, it seems peculiar to start up a conversation with a dashing person just for the sake of it. How would that conversation even begin? "Nice leg brace. How you doin'?" Neither here nor there, instead of chatting with the dashing young man, I got to chat with a lovely couple in their 70s who elected to sit right beside me. The husband and wife were quite cute with their mannerisms, turns out that he (we will call him Elmar) had had knee surgery due to arthritis and he was not very chatty and seemed to not hear everything that his wife was saying to him. She talked to me about my knee surgery and then decided to go for a walk and bring Elmar a copy of some roadster magazine. Well, wouldn't you know, Elmar could hear. As soon as she left he was talking up a storm about cars and his hobby in the "olden days" of restoring them. He talked to me about his favourite cars, Barrett-Jackson shows, why he gave it up, gardening, his operations and mine. Quite a character Elmar was. I didn't even feel antsy about going into my appointment 45 minutes late, I was thoroughly enjoying myself. When I was called in, I made sure to wish Elmar and his wife luck and let them know that I enjoyed talking to them. In all honesty, they were probably the highlight of my day.
Anyways, I am rambling. The doctor. My incisions are healing lovely. Today I get to wash away the dried blood- score! I, of course had to take a picture of this fiasco and send it to one of my good friends, she did not appreciate this. He wanted to ensure that I haven't had any discomfort which could be a blood clot, that I start physio next week and to see him in 4 weeks. He did also give me some nifty pictures of what the inside of my knee looked like pre- and post- surgery. It is definitely amazing what they can do now. I will attempt to put them up here. I can see from the pictures the stumpyness of my old ACL and where it blew off, the rigid tears of my meniscus and of course the comfort of seeing that my cartilage is in tact. This is all pretty cool stuff. Be warned, the pictures will most likely be at the bottom, don't look if you don't like gross stuff- it is graphic, I guess.
Well, everything else is going well. Just playing the waiting game. Oh and for shits and giggles, let me tell you, I read my horoscope and then the obits this morning... Random, yes. If you end up having any idea if I should be tipping the cabbies, let me know. I am going to become an avid cabbie person over the next few weeks evidently, I might as well ensure that they don't loathe me. I get to go on a couple outtings in the next two days. Watch a lacrosse game tomorrow night and see this guy I am interested in on Saturday. That will be amusing. And by amusing, I mean that I am nervous. Completely ridiculous I am.
I might as well heal everything at once.
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