I really didn't need to be reminded of all that knee surgery STUFF that I got in '07. but seriously your photography is, well i guess the word is maturing. very personal and quiet. the pictures whisper. lets see more!
I know exactly what you mean about the reminders! But, I felt like I had been traveling on a dark road and that finally I was seeing places up ahead that were more pleasant to trod. I needed to start here. The isolation has been the hardest thing for me. It always has been. I am finding more pleasure and interest in the world around me again. Pain can change people. I hope it has made me more mature and observant. Thanks, Jack.
They told me I would be in the hospital for 3 to 5 days depending on how much pain I was in and the amount of swelling or threat that blood clots presented. I came back to my room in the afternoon and the hustle and bustle of beginning to settle me in and prepare my room began. It was four in the afternoon and we had been there since 6 A.M. My husband was tired but stayed with me, on a cot, because I am Murphy, and something always happens the first night I’m back from surgery. (Medial and Lateral cartilage removed, ACL, PCL, and Total Reconstruction before this surgery). As the sun disappeared from the window and I drifted in and out of sleep, my bed linens began a slow ruching climb down my back and off the side of the bed. I called for help. Nobody came. I couldn’t reach my water. I rang again, nothing. I hadn’t really moved yet and was kind of unsure if I could even lift my leg after everything I had read on the internet and heard from other patients. So I sat up and pulled myself up with the trapeze bar and freed the sheet from under my body. I wrapped the sheet around my leg like a sling and swung it over the side. When I realized I could sit up without feeling faint, I slid off and stood on my good leg and tested the other leg. Voila! I straightened up the bed, fluffed my pillow and got back in the bed, exhausted. My husband never woke, the nurses never came and I waited for morning. I found that if I got up and down periodically it helped abate the pain. Maybe the pain and the helplessness. At 5AM my surgeon walked in while I was “straigtening my bed”, and said, “Whoa! You can stand up by yourself?” I said, “Is that good? Can I go home?” I was gone by noon.