Unless we get a little crazy. Seal was right! I have personally thrown my sanity out the window twice this week. But being virtually tied to a bed will do that to any dancer... and any human, I would suspect.
Yes, I had my knee surgery on Wednesday, May 2nd. I should have known to expect something life shattering when the doctor told me right before I went under, "Being nervous is better than blaze. Blaze means you're not taking this seriously." I didn't tell him to read last week's blog (I should've), I just lied and said I was nervous. In this instance, ignorance was not bliss!
I've been in bed connected to two machines for the best part of the last eight days. Even while I sleep, the machines are running. The first machine is a compression/cooling wrap; which, truth be told, I'm quite fond of. My knee doesn't hurt half as much numb:) The second is a CPM (continuous passive motion) machine; which if I could, I would throw out our window. No, I'd go up to the roof and chuck it off (if I could get up there with this big hunk of modern science...or at all). Don't misunderstand, these machines are speeding my recovery, so I'm actually very grateful for them - I just didn't know what I was in for.
I thought I wouldn't mind a break from having kids jump all over me all day - I've never been more wrong (and that's saying something)! I would take playing with my kids, and every other kid I know at the same time, everyday over being bedridden for one more minute. I thought I would be layin' down, writin' country songs, polishin' my scripts all day. Instead, I've been in a foggy (silly vicadin), pained, straight jacket of the leg variety - and on the brink of losing my mind.
Thank God for husbands who know when it's time to take a scenic drive. Oh, look! There's Allison's sanity! Let's pick it up while we're out:)
Suffice to say, after I'm back to 100%, I may never lay down again. We are built to move. Think about that next time you don't want to go dancing. Your body is begging you to take it dancing! Say Yes.
See you on the hardwood:)
Yes, I had my knee surgery on Wednesday, May 2nd. I should have known to expect something life shattering when the doctor told me right before I went under, "Being nervous is better than blaze. Blaze means you're not taking this seriously." I didn't tell him to read last week's blog (I should've), I just lied and said I was nervous. In this instance, ignorance was not bliss!
I've been in bed connected to two machines for the best part of the last eight days. Even while I sleep, the machines are running. The first machine is a compression/cooling wrap; which, truth be told, I'm quite fond of. My knee doesn't hurt half as much numb:) The second is a CPM (continuous passive motion) machine; which if I could, I would throw out our window. No, I'd go up to the roof and chuck it off (if I could get up there with this big hunk of modern science...or at all). Don't misunderstand, these machines are speeding my recovery, so I'm actually very grateful for them - I just didn't know what I was in for.
I thought I wouldn't mind a break from having kids jump all over me all day - I've never been more wrong (and that's saying something)! I would take playing with my kids, and every other kid I know at the same time, everyday over being bedridden for one more minute. I thought I would be layin' down, writin' country songs, polishin' my scripts all day. Instead, I've been in a foggy (silly vicadin), pained, straight jacket of the leg variety - and on the brink of losing my mind.
Thank God for husbands who know when it's time to take a scenic drive. Oh, look! There's Allison's sanity! Let's pick it up while we're out:)
Suffice to say, after I'm back to 100%, I may never lay down again. We are built to move. Think about that next time you don't want to go dancing. Your body is begging you to take it dancing! Say Yes.
See you on the hardwood:)
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