PostOp Day 10 – January 8, 2000

8:15AM?  Come, on, you've GOT to be kidding!  It's Saturday, for crying out loud!  Okay, just turn over and go back to sleep.  Oh, man, I'm awake!  I can't go back to sleep now.  I feel wired, and I just woke up.  Okay, so get up and go to the bathroom.  I take two steps, and realize, I don't have to work my knee or ankles to be able to walk.  I'm reaching for the bedpost, but I don't need to -- I can stand up and walk, right out of bed, without "working out the kinks" first.  My, God, what a beautiful day!!  I feel GREAT!!  You gotta understand -- my usual routine is to get up, stand for a few seconds, to get my poor legs used to the pressure, then I grab the bedpost with my left hand, and the desk with my right, and gingerly try to walk.  My joints always ache, and the first two or three steps are always difficult.  Today, I literally felt like I could spring from my bed, and dance to the bathroom.  Amazing!  I have so much energy!


I fixed a nice breakfast, and got busy.  It was time for a new life, and a new start, and I've been contemplating cutting off all this dead hair, so I showered, and put my hair into two ponytails.  Snip, snip, and it's gone!  It's so liberating!  I finished it off, and it looks okay -- and very healthy!  Just the way I feel! 

I cleaned house, and sat down to relax, a little shaky.  Gotta not do too much.  It's only been 10 days since the surgery.  Besides, it's the playoffs today -- I can "veg out" for the rest of the day in front of the TV.  Go 'Skins!!

I've got to get more under control.  My son, Gregory, opened a Coke, and I wanted a sip so bad -- I asked him for a sip.  I poured a couple tablespoons into a cup, and drank it.  Yech!  Tastes like Coke syrup!  They were right -- your taste buds actually do change!

I've got to look into a health club -- for both me and Gregory.  We both need to start working out.  Wow, this is soooooo not me!  Well, it's not the OLD me, at least!  I'm really starting to like this new me.  When I was in the hospital, one of my friends and coworkers came by to visit, and brought me a butterfly -- you know, one of those ones you hang in a window, like stained glass?  Well, I had joked with him then about how appropriate it was, that I was going to spend this millennium year going through a metamorphosis, and come out this butterfly.  How prophetic!  I really had no idea.  I'm becoming someone else -- and I like her!

Well, I "cheated" again tonight, and had a bite of Gregory's pizza.  He has a friend over, and I have three free Papa John's pizza coupons (bought in a charity auction, so not exactly free), so I got a large pepperoni.  It smelled so good in the car coming home (I had to pick it up), so I took a pizza slicer and cut the tiniest slice for me -- less than a half inch at the widest, but still taboo.  I ate about half and realized I hadn't chewed that last bite very carefully.  Geez, I CAN'T do this!!  I'm only screwing myself.  So I fixed my real dinner -- creamed spinach (which I love!), mashed baked potato and liver pate.  Except that the liver has gone bad.  Oh, well, I'll do salmon pate instead!  No big deal!  And I took the garlic dipping sauce from the pizza, and used it on the mashed baked potato.  Yum!  Who needs pizza!?

PostOp Day 11 – January 9, 2000

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