Pre-op post

We're having another Nor'easter/snowstorm/"snowicane" (coined by local weather folk because of the forecast of high winds) today into tomorrow that I'm praying will not cause my arthroscopy to be postponed. The doctor's office called this morning to say that my doc has every intention of being at the surgery center in the morning, and they were checking my (and other patients') status. I assured them I would be there come hell or high water, neither of which is likely given the wind-driven snow. So for now, unless this storm does turn into one of Biblical proportions, it seems that the surgery will be a go.

Leslie doesn't do downtime too well. I'm easing into it, but find myself thinking that a trip to Tar-zhay would provide endless entertainment value. It would, but I don't need a thing, and within 5 minutes I'd likely have to crawl back to my car. The crutches are great for walking around the house, but wouldn't allow a good Target browse so I'd have to use the cane. And every joint in my body plus the palm of my left hand would be screaming out. Damn - do I sound geriatric or what???

It's funny...there are currently 3 people in my daily 7 a.m. AA meeting who are awaiting joint surgery, with mine being by far the least in scope (ha ha, no pun intended with the arthroSCOPE-y I'm having). One is getting a new hip in a month, and one is getting 2 new knees. Yesterday morning, all 3 of us came in together hobbling on our canes, and I noted that it appeared the bus from the Senior Center had just arrived. It's nice to have fellow limpers in the midst.

My eating has been really pretty good. Not perfect, but no bingeing. I haven't felt like bingeing at all, by the grace of God. Plus, it's not like I can get a yen for something and hop in the in hot pursuit of said treat. Well, I can in theory, but it hurts a lot and I have to lumber through the aisles like a slew-footed beast. So a passing thought of "umm, _______ would sure taste good now" really doesn't take hold. My dear enabling husband would dash out and get whatever I asked for, but even I have enough pride to not go there. So - there's a big pot of spaghetti sauce simmering that will tide us over for the next few days, and plenty of l=other decent stuff. I managed to burn to black a nice pan of brussel sprouts and onions I roasted - should have taken a picture for comedic value. Only to me it wasn't comedy - it was tragic. They would have been yummy.

I did take a few pics of some of the things I'm finding to keep myself occupied:

I love Pat Conroy's writing so am excited to start his newest, South of Broad. A friend said it's wonderful, despite the only 3 star reviews it's gotten. The knitting is a sock - first of a pair. I've gotten a lot done on it this week.


My heating pad is a constant companion - not on the bad knee, but everywhere else that feels cold or stiff! The main event in the newspaper is the jumble, sudoku and crossword puzzle.


I never by Woman's World magazine, but couldn't resist with Dr. Oz on the cover. I'm an easy sell.


Below is my favorite private duty nurse. Despite what the camera did to his eyes, he isn't Little Orphan Annie's dog.

Dressing the dog in old sweatshirts is an excellent source of evil humor. He tolerates it very nicely, as I roll on the floor laughing (actually I didn't get on the floor with him this time as I might not have been able to get up).


Barring the aforementioned Storm of the Century, this will be my last post before the scope tomorrow. I'll find out in 45 minutes what time I'm supposed to show up at the surgery center. Wish me well - and shoot up a prayer that my orthopedic surgeon doesn't decide to tie one on tonight, leaving him hungover and sloppy in the morning! I'm not worried - he's a good guy, and did a good job on lefty.