The recovery begins!

The morning after surgery Physical Therapy showed up to make me get out of bed and walk.  Unbelievable but the first try didn't go well.  Yes the pain was still up there and the fear factor was high.  None of them looked big enough to catch me in the event of a fall.  That afternoon they returned and I was successful at getting out of bed.  The surgeon continued to check of me and most of the care was pretty good.  It would have been nice if they had told me early on that if I wanted Oxy I had to ask for it.  It was prescribed but only if requested.  The next 3 days I continued to be forced out of bed to try and walk and on the 4th day they had me climb 3 steps.  At that point I asked the surgeon if they would send me home in a wheelchair.  His response was " NO, you have walked down the hall a little and climbed some stairs, you don't need it".  Not what I thought I would here.

They didn't want me flying because of the risk of blood clots so Pattie's brother, Charlie, arrived from Richmond with his Ford Expedition.  It would be a 12 hour trip to Cary, NC.  I didn't find the Expedition to be unusually comfortable.  No vehicle would have been comfortable for me on that trip but we did it with Pattie helping with the driving and me moaning in the back seat.  I offered to drive some but the combination of heavy drugs, and a foot that could only push down on the accelerator and no braking didn't appeal to them. 

Home is good!  I can wonder around the house, dress myself(very slowly) and take naps.  I start Physical Therapy tomorrow and the recovery continues.