Post Op

So, the last time I had a procedure that used general anesthetic I woke up, felt fine, went straight to a Mexican restaurant, had a wonderful lunch with Wendy (who drove me) and was perfectly fine.
This time, I woke up, felt fine, went to Red Robin and had a light lunch with plenty of fluids with Brian (who drove me) and was perfectly fine...until, twenty minutes later as I was waiting for my 800 mg prescription to be filled. Nausea hit me hard, but I managed to maintain positive control over my lunch and we made it home.
I, needless to say, felt like crap.
Popping a Norco and setting up the cooling machine on my knee, I was out like a light by 3:30 pm. I woke up around 8:00 pm and by 8:30 lost what little of my lunch was still in my stomach. I still hadn't taken the mega aspirin since some of the side effect included nausea. I had plenty, so no thank you.
Okay, okay. I needed it to help with the swelling. I ate an apple and took a pill. That lasted all of 20 minutes.
The cooling machine was just going to have to handle the job on it's own for a while.
I slept surprisingly well through the night and this morning took one of those aspirins with a protein shake. That was about three hours ago and I am just fine.
I even managed to do the series of exercises I'd been given for my knee. They were challenging, but I interspersed them with stretches and my knee and few other places feel pretty damn good.
So, this was off to a rough start, but it's looking better today and I'm looking forward to removing the bandage around the knee and finding Hello-Kitty Band-Aids for the incisions. 

MRI results=good news for my novel

The short report is that my surgery is scheduled for Friday. There is a small laundry list of problems with my knee and my surgeon will go in and clean it out.
I asked for  a local anesthetic, but he said, 'no'. I want to watch. I want to ask questions. He promised to take pictures, but it's not the same:/
Oh well.
I guess the upside is that I will have plenty of time to finish the first draft of my next novel, Shifting Gears, and maybe get it ready for editing!

Flow vs. Fear

Over the last few months I've been presented with more than a couple of challenges. My shoulders have been problematic and I've had physical therapy on them. They need more. I've been having regular chiropractic work done; helpful, but there is a long road ahead on that. And, lastly, my knee. It works just fine on some days, not so much on others. There are days where it gets cranky about everything and other days where kick boxing happens with nearly no modifications.

Last night I took a knee (not mine, somebody else's) to the mouth and injured the inside of my lip. As I sat with an ice pack on my face and one on my knee (for good measure) I realized that my whole world felt like it revolved around injuries and trying not to have more, but continuing to enjoy an active life. However, I was hyper focused on getting hurt. Just because my head phrases it as 'not getting hurt' doesn't mean a thing. I'm still focused on sustaining injuries and that is what I'm getting.

So, I've let my fear of getting hurt invade the places where I find joy in my life and I need to let it go. 

Modify to protect the tender bits and ice them afterwards whether they seem to need it or not and enjoy what I'm doing in the moment.

MRI results Thursday. I'll keep you informed!