As of today I am 2 weeks and 2 days removed from surgery, and I don’t think things could be going much better than they are. My leg strength is coming back at an alarming rate, I’m regaining range of motion, and I haven’t been in any pain whatsoever. I’m also getting around much better now. The other day I conquered the stairs without using my crutches, which was so exciting that I promptly laid down and watched 3 episodes of 30 Rock before taking a nap.
Besides my sans-crutch trek up the stairs, I’ve also reached a few other milestones this week. For one, I am now back to taking standing showers. This is cool because I can once again wash my butt comfortably, but it’s also a little nerve-wracking because I still can’t put any weight on my right leg without the brace, so I remain upright by basically standing on one leg and hanging onto the towel bar for dear life. As I’ve said before, showers are pretty goddamn treacherous, and even more so when you’re essentially balancing on one leg. I’m just one slip away from turning that bathtub into a my own personal miniature half-pipe, and if I somehow manage to step on the soap then I’m gonna be in for quite a ride.
I also have taken the bandage-looking things off my incisions, and it actually doesn’t look that bad:
As you can see, the bruising is really starting to clear up, but it seems to be migrating down my leg into my ankle. Obviously, it doesn’t look great yet. But it’s definitely an improvement over how it looked last week:
One thing I have noticed since getting my surgery is that people are way friendlier to me now. I’m currently on leave from my job at the Bel Air Athletic Club, but I still go in a few times a week to do some weight training/check messages/annoy co-workers. Whenever I limp my way into the gym now I find myself in conversations with total strangers; most of whom I’ve seen nearly every day at work but have never had any real interaction with until now. Every single one of these conversations goes the same way, too. Somebody will come up to me and say “What did you do to your knee?” or something to that effect, then I’ll go into my spiel about how I tore my blah blah blah playing blah blah in blah etc, etc. Then they’ll cringe and respond with either “How long is your recovery?” or “Yeah, that reminds me of the time I tore my blah blah blah playing blah blah when I was blah.” Then we’ll go back and forth for a few minutes and then they’ll wish me good luck as I turn around and hobble my way back to whatever it is I was doing. While I do hate to tell the same story 20 times a day to 20 different people, it’s nice to hear some words of encouragement from people who’ve been through the whole surgery experience before. Plus, after hearing some of these people’s stories I know that things could definitely be a lot worse: