Day 3: Recovery and History

This morning I felt a little better. For the most part the pain hasn't changed, it's just my overall health.  Feeling like I can handle the pain more. The anesthesia is completely gone now, no more morphine... I just feel like I'm back to my normal self. Except with a broken leg. The incisions are starting to sting every now and then and the back pain is ever present.
Micah dropped Elliot off with a friend at church this morning, but before that Elliot decided he wanted to be like Mommy...

Micah slept all day in preparation for his night shift tonight. He got ready for work as fast as he could, so he could clean the house some.  He's the best!

The oxycodone makes me extremely drowsy, so I spend a lot of time just dozing off, but not sleeping really well. My dreams are so crazy and vivid! I'm also fairly light headed when I get up and I really only get up to go to the bathroom and fill my water bottle. I decided that I should have someone with me in the evening when I was going to be up for a longer period of time to brush my teeth, wash my face, etc.  So I asked my parents to stop in while Micah was at work.  They picked Elliot up from my friend's house and brought him along, so that I could see him.  They also fed the dog and let him out while they were here.

I needed to give myself the blood thinner shot and neither of my parents seemed interested in helping with that.  Micah made it look so easy.  Like he was injecting it into butter.  It was quite a riot when I tried to do this.  It felt like I was injecting it into a rock!  I started acting like a ditzy girl. Then on the third try it finally went in, but it definitely burned more then when Micah does it.

I was thinking about all the previous times that I had dislocated my knees and decided I would recite them here. I believe the very first time was when I was in youth group. I was very active as a teenager.  Probably annoyingly active now that I think about it. I was hanging out with some girls as we waited for youth group to get started. I think I picked one of the girls up and then tried to throw her in the grass when it happened. I don't remember which knee, but I remember knowing that this must be what happens to my mom all the time. It hurt and felt quite tender for a few days, but then it was gone and I forgot about it.

The second time was when I was playing basketball. I'm almost positive that it was my right knee that time. I was running and then stopped, planted my feet and turned to my right to pass the ball when it happened.  Suddenly I was on the ground writhing in pain, unable to speak, but no one knew what had happened.  I was on crutches for a few days after that event, but just like before I recovered quickly and forgot about it.

The third time I was playing soccer. I don't recall exactly how it happened, but I believe I was just dribbling the ball and turned my foot in to change the direction of the ball when it happened. On the ground, no speaking, indescribable pain, within a couple days I'm recovered and back to normal.

The fourth time I was wrestling with Micah. Somehow it happened and he felt horrible about it, but I was back to normal within a week.

The fifth time was in the summer of 2010.  I was walking back from my garden with a bunch of vegetables when our golden retriever started jumping up at me trying to get some food. I did a typical plant and pivot and boom, I was on the ground, screaming in the middle of the yard, while the dog ate up my vegetables and then started chewing on my ponytail as I tried to crawl back to the house. I was back to normal within a couple days after that one.

I'll leave you in suspense about the really bad one that happened in February until tomorrow.

(Cue the suspenseful show-ending music for Lost)