The knee is still swollen. I have no idea how long for it to subside, so my imagination is adding months to my original concept of a week or two.
The knee doesn’t belong to me yet. The skin is tight; when I rub my hand along it, the minimal sensation bothers me. That’s due to the pressure stocking, I suppose. One more day for that thing, and I can’t wait, I’m telling you.
The post-surgical checkup is tomorrow. Then there will be physical therapy. I don’t know how long that will run. Since I’m walking normally, taking the stairs normally, I’m hoping not long. And I really want the release to return to my normal activities–walking the dog and hitting the gym. I guess we’ll see how my return to school goes. If I don’t swell more there, then maybe everything will be okay fairly soon.
There’s clicking in this knee, though, which didn’t use to be there. Ominous clicking. Time-bomb clicking. I’m just praying no knee replacement in its future clicking.
However, I’ve slept enough to catch up on my rest. Yesterday, I opened a short story and wrote. (Okay, rewrote. And did some research.)
I can’t remember the last time I’ve done that. Probably since last summer. It’s a start. Which means I have five more days to get my head wrapped around the story and getting it done. At some point, I’ll be able to share it with the Freeway Dragons–I don’t think I have yet.
Today, there’s some up and around for me. I have some housework I want to accomplish, although it’ll be light housework. And since I have choir tonight, I have to find some pants I can put my swollen knee in without cutting off that leg’s circulation. I’m a little worried about that, since I think I have one pair of jeans and maybe a pair of sweatpants. It will make dressing for school a tad interesting next week if so.
In other news, I discovered The Bloggess and her entry for her 16th wedding anniversary. I’ve fulfilled all my spouse’s suspicions that I’m crazed by laughing hysterically, and I think he will continue to remember this when our next anniversary rolls around. If nothing else, he might not open the front door with an easy mind.
My torture here is done. ;)