What a nightmare!
Recovery from the total left knee replacement is coming along even if it seems to be agonizingly slow. I am two weeks out of surgery and working hard with rehab to get motion back in the knee. The swelling is going down but not fast enough to suit me. The dull pain with the occasional sharp twinge is what drives me crazy at this point. I just cannot seem to get restful sleep at night and end up sore and cranky all day. I think that the left knee surgery was more painful and took more out of me than the right did. Dear Wife is not in agreement on this point. Anyway, several nights ago, the pain was so bad that I doubled up on the pain meds. It did help me get to sleep but I had some good and some scary nightmares that night. Not in any particular order but the first remembrance was sitting at a campfire in Northern Maine with MT wearing matching flannel shirts and listening to tales and comparisons of Helen of Troy and Joan of Arc. My gracious host even provided an evening meal of roasted snake and bats. Next, I found myself wrestling sheep in an Oregon pasture. Bean was sitting on the top of a wood fence calling out instructions. The horns on the rams got awfully close to something very personal to the point of waking me up in a cold sweat. Don't know if I was ever successful in getting the sheep down for shearing or whatever it was we were trying to do. As I lay back on the bed, I heard the doorbell ring and in came Marshall. Out of bed, put on a suit and tie and headed toward one of his favorite watering holes. His choice of shirt and tie for me were really snappy and I looked and felt great. Our evening ended with brandy and cigars in a very cozy lounge. From the quiet of the lounge, the next moment I was transported into the fast moving maddening pace of New York City. Tyger and I were taking a personal tour of all the neat places the regular tours never go to. We saw Thomas Edison's first electric generating plant on Pearl St, went to the New York City Subway dispatchers office and watched trains move across the system, went up to Central Park Zoo and spent part of the day behind the scenes with a Vet friend. Next on to Florida to view the painstaking needle work on the requiem gown. Was hoping to see a showing of the gown but the sun shining through the window and a dachshund wanting to be fed and go out ended the six hour odyssey. It was nice that all of you helped me get the rest that I have been sorely lacking. If I knew I could get a repeat, I think I would like to go to Maryland and learn new words as Tomeii works on his truck, hang with Nightwolf in the country down under and try to figure out why their hats don't fall off. Most of all, I would like to stand in a garage in California and watch woodworking and bicycle repair at its finest. While I don't have the skill for the fine work, I really appreciate those that do. I would love to meet and toss back a few with the many wonderful military guys that inhabit this board. You should know that I almost busted a gut laughing at the 118 messages where posers were challenged, each others wives and daughters were discussed and flashbangs tossed into an occupied latrine.You guys border on the edge of being totally crazy. Well, I'm off to work on the next set of exercises. Man do I wish I could have a cold beer and hot wings about now. Best regards all and thanks for the morale boost that all of you have given me during this difficult time. DadHavoc |
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