OY!!

I know, I know, I'm posting really late today. David was just home from work for lunch and he calls me every two hours to see if I'm still alive. Yes! Really! I can't even fart without getting a phone call about it. Personally, I think his laptop is on and it's picking up everything I do. When he came home for lunch just now. He saw me using my cane to get up and I realized he was upset. He wants me to keep using the walker but really, I can get around fine with the cane. So I better make him happy or he will be taking off more time to make sure I stick with the doctors orders. 

I'm having to wear the brace for six to eight weeks until I completely heal. Yesterday, I was sitting on the sofa with my leg on pillows and I noticed I was bleeding from the inscision. When I walk the brace buckles tend to slide down onto the knee from my thigh and cause irritation over the bandages. It might have pulled against the staples. I changed the bandage and everything was fine. I put a thick hand towel under the buckles. There is still some pain and  I'm on Tylanol-3. I didn't want the Hydrocodone that the doctor wanted to give me. I usually take it at night when my pain is the worse. I'm getting around pretty damned good. I have the treadmill for when I do my daily walking and I do my required exercises every morning and every evening. In reality I have graduated from the walker to my cane but I have to hide that for now. 

Lucy is my nurse again. she sleeps next to me at night and alerts David if I get out of bed. During the day she follows me around everywhere I go. When I'm on the treadmill walking she sits and waits for me to finish. She's a sweet baby girl. She really missed me something awful. If I start messing with my purse to look for something, her eyes get that worried look in them. Personally, while I was in the hospital, I think David traumatized her by telling her I ran away from home. What?! Yes! He does that sort of thing for laughs.