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I got to take a shower today. I never realized just how damned important showering was until I couldn't do it for, like, 48 hours. I probably would have killed someone if I wasn't allowed to shower today. I felt so gross and itchy.
Anyhow, since I'm semi-coherant, I might as well update on the condition of the knee. It hurts way the fuck more than it did yesterday or Tuesday. I woke up in the middle of the night last night and thought I was going to throw up because it hurt so bad. What's really scary is that not all of the anaesthetic the doctor pumped into my knee is worn off. I still have huge numb patches. It's swollen like crazy, along with my lower leg and foot, and I can't move it at all. It doesn't even feel like part of my body. It's the wierdest feeling.
I never threw up from the anaesthesia, but I've had to pee a million and a half times. Steven said I got up something like 10 times last night. My grampa said the same thing happens to him after anaesthesia, too. It still beats vomiting, though.
I have no appetite, really, still. I've been living on soup, KFC mashed potatoes, and saltines... mostly saltines. I'm still sleeping a ton (so is Steven because I keep him up at night with my potty trips and attempts to find a comfortable position to sleep in). I'm already bored, even though I don't really feel like doing anything, except for showering. I'm almost done reading my second of 4 "women's mags". I'm trying to convince Steven to rent the second Bridget Jones' Diary tomorrow. My attention spans sucks.
Oh, and I hate Polar diet Ginger Ale. So gross.
Anyhow, since I'm semi-coherant, I might as well update on the condition of the knee. It hurts way the fuck more than it did yesterday or Tuesday. I woke up in the middle of the night last night and thought I was going to throw up because it hurt so bad. What's really scary is that not all of the anaesthetic the doctor pumped into my knee is worn off. I still have huge numb patches. It's swollen like crazy, along with my lower leg and foot, and I can't move it at all. It doesn't even feel like part of my body. It's the wierdest feeling.
I never threw up from the anaesthesia, but I've had to pee a million and a half times. Steven said I got up something like 10 times last night. My grampa said the same thing happens to him after anaesthesia, too. It still beats vomiting, though.
I have no appetite, really, still. I've been living on soup, KFC mashed potatoes, and saltines... mostly saltines. I'm still sleeping a ton (so is Steven because I keep him up at night with my potty trips and attempts to find a comfortable position to sleep in). I'm already bored, even though I don't really feel like doing anything, except for showering. I'm almost done reading my second of 4 "women's mags". I'm trying to convince Steven to rent the second Bridget Jones' Diary tomorrow. My attention spans sucks.
Oh, and I hate Polar diet Ginger Ale. So gross.

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I have the exact same feeling with some nasty nasty scar tissue on my knee. It's just completely like numb and dead to everything. It feels like I have some sort of chunk of rubber inserted into there or something but it's not visibly bruised (though it was for the longgggest time) so whateva.
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I think washing my face and brushing my teeth was actually what saved me from totally going batshit crazy. I was able to do that the day I got home. I <3 the Aveeno cleansing pads so incredibly much. Ironically, too, my skin looks great, probably from drinking so much water.
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Also, I would kill to eat KFC mashed potatoes three times a day! That's so totally what I'm doing for lunch now! A bucket of taters.
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I'd kill for some Canada Dry. I could not remember which kind I wanted for the life of me, so I suffer through Polar.