Red Red Whine

I'm not a very good patient.

I don't do "take it easy" well. I feel like I should be doing something, almost all the time. If I sit on the couch too long, the lack of inertia slowly starts driving me insane. And I HATE having to rely on other people taking care of me...

I had knee surgery yesterday. It was relatively minor as far as knee surgeries go. I tore the meniscus in my left knee because my trainer was a MORON and had me doing band pull-ups in two bands. My leg got stuck between them and, while I was twisting around trying to get unstuck, he was on the other side of the room paying absolutely no attention talking to some ugly guy with a really unkempt beard. By the time he saw what was going on and started to run over to help, I had twisted my knee the wrong way...and the rest is history.

Anyway, they gave me crutches at the surgical center. My doctor told me that I probably wouldn't be using them by the end of the day. I ditched the things as soon as I got to the house. After about six hours of icing my knee, tanking up on pain killers and laying on the couch, I ventured upstairs. Mostly to see if I could do it. Also because I was a bit lonely and hubby was on the phone up there so he wouldn't disturb me.

You know that someone who is as used to pushing as I am isn't satisfied with silly little things like being able to hobble a few feet at a time or climbing the stairs. No, my dumb ass decided that I could walk around today...without taking anything for pain (not even tylenol). My knee started bothering me after I had gone out to lunch and wandered through Dicks to find a lefty glove for Andrew. But I didn't listen.

I admit it... I totally overdid it today. And I am absolutely paying for it now. Like I said at the beginning of this post, I SUCK at being a patient.

So I'm going to end this post by saying it's time to pop some percocet, strap on a fresh ice pack and fall asleep for as long as I can. Maybe tomorrow I'll figure out how to do this better. maybe.