Not easy to type in a hospital bed
Interruptions all night from my feet to my head
Running a race ahead of the pain
And winning because I have to have gain
There goes my summer, no ocean no beach
No gallivant, spinning, no trips within reach.
A new knee has appeared and man is it tight;
I'll be bending for months to make it alright!
Tomorrow I'm home, confined to a space
That's cozy familiar and at my own pace
I 'll be rehabbing and bitching, a step at a time
Until I can walk a happy straight line .
But hey, I'm alive and the surgery's done;
A few months ahead of make-my-own fun.
I was scared for a bit and now I'm over it
At least I can sleep and I'm inching toward sit.
I won't cook clean or garden, instead I'll be viewing
CNN and Judge Judy and I won 't be stewing.
Things could be worse, that's for damn sure
So excuse me for saying I feel pretty sore!
Hello everyone, it's me, kj. It's one am and I've been woken up five times now for pills, prods and pulse. It's not been as bad as I thought it would be. I'm not in horrible pain, just normal pain. I 'll be home in twelve hours and my Olympic try outs begin with a physical therapist and visiting nurse :-)
Getting through the surgery is such a huge relief . So, I'm typing this on my iPhone , excuse my typing errors, and I'm suspending complaining for the next 24 hours. After that, maybe, maybe not :-)
Thanks for rooting me on. It's meant so much.