I didn't sleep as well last night, but still ok.
I feel great again today. I think that the worst trauma I suffered from the surgery was the feeling of enclosure. Hospital beds were not designed for human beings. That and all of the stuff that they stick you with and pile on you. The oxygen mask is the worst part. I wasn't able to sit on the couch yesterday for much more than an hour before I had to get up and move.
My major problem is that I can't put the foot rest on the couch down by myself. My right leg doesn't deal with the stress and I can't put it down with my left leg alone, so that adds to the feeling of enclosure. I can still get off the couch, but it takes a fair amount of work on my own.
I do get to take a shower today, for which, I would imagine, Lizzie is very grateful.
I am definitely better today. My knee is a tiny bit more stiff and sore, but only a little. I can walk better.
I expect to get back to work on Monday. There is a downside to everything.
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