Finally

I woke up this morning without the stabbing pain in my thigh muscle just above the knee. That has been my goal for a while now. Just being able to get out of bed without feeling like I was going to fall is a major recovery step for me. I actually didn't have to grab a pain pill before beginning my day. Sweet hub reminded me to just go back to bed because it was raining. I do like to be lazy on a rainy day.

Hub was gone Saturday and Sunday working on the pecan grove, and it was nice to just be independent for a day or so. The moment he got back, I had to remind him to stop catering. I had survived, not fallen, made my own PB&J, etc. without him, thank you very much. Can't blame the guy as he remembers the pure hell of a three years when he had surgery after surgery to correct a botched surgery. On top of that, he got addicted to Oxycontin, and that was another year and a half of detox.

I told him that I understand the oxymoron stage of his life a little better now. I was given that awful pain killer in the hospital for a total of 4 days. By 4 o'clock every afternoon, I found myself completely furious. I had no logical explanation for the anger. I was receiving excellent care in a facility that resembles a hotel instead of a hospital, and my pain management was pro-active. When the effects of the oxy would begin to wear off, this rage would build. I would be given another pill about two hours later, and the rage would be gone. I was sent home with hydrocodone, and it is a much easier drug to manage. The only side effects are with my digestive tract, and yogurt helps the stomach. Other than the pain level being felt more, this pain killer is easier on the brain. I am able to substitute my bedtime arthritis medicine for the daily doses when needed. I still take the hydrocodone at night as directed and finally, finally have slept for five nights in a row without waking to a stabbing pain.

The professionals in authority all insist that I am doing great, and at this point, I agree. It's just every other day that great shows up. On the off days, I lay around and recover from the great days. I had a great day yesterday, and managed to put together a meal for the hard working man in my life. Meager would be a good word to describe my effort, but he was glad that Honey was back in the kitchen once in while. Tonight, it is leftovers for sure. Now, to exercise, then alternate cold and heat. Glad a friend is picking me up for lunch tomorrow. Patience, patience, patience.