Post-Op Day 13: Happy Easter

The Easter bunny came to our house with 15,000 of his closest relatives. Our dining room table was overrun with bunnies. There's no doubt bunnies multiple at an alarming rate especially with an American Express card. Between Valentines and Easter, there's no shortage of candy. Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays as a kid. My fondest memories are of all the creative and usual places my dad would hide eggs. He used his masters in electrical engineering to calculate the best and most suitable places to hide eggs in plain sight. One of his favorite places to hid eggs was in toys especially cars. I remember when we were in Loveland, CO when he disguised an egg as a driver of a plastic toy car. It was good stuff. Occasionally he'd lose track of an egg; however, unfortunately the egg never lost track of us. It would be discovered when the stink was so bad we couldn't stand it. This smell of rotten eggs was a contributing factor to my phobia of eating eggs during childhood. I just couldn't understand why people would eat food that smelt like pooh, feces, excrement, dung, crap-po-la. Do anyone fancy a large helping of turd?

We are going to Michele's sister's home for Easter. The kids are looking forward to the easter egg hunt. We watched the morning session of conference - always good stuff.

Blah, blah, blah. I'm bored so enough talking about the side show and let's get back to the main event - me. It's interesting how people love to talk about themselves and I've discovered that it's a horrendous addiction and that I love it. I expatiate about every ridiculous mind-numbing detail to anyone and everyone. "Hi, I'm Chad and I've had ACL surgery. Let me tell you my life story. Are you ready?" People realize that I'm a psycho and quickly shun me like a leper. What's alarming is that it doesn't seem to discourage me. I just start up with the nearest person who can fog a mirror. This self-centered disease is exacerbated when you're in pain. Don't you realize I'm in pain? Can you appreciate how bad I must feel? It's all about me. It's all about my "injury". There's no topic of interest that is nearly as exciting as talking about every stupid detail of how I'm dealing with the emotional and physical stress of this ACL surgery. Here's the reality check - NO ONE cares. People will ask about how you're doing but if you answer with anything except for "Doing great", people instantly feign illness just to get away from you. People don't like to hear about people with problems. They like to talk about other people in pain or misery but hate talking to the actual people in pain. I'm predicting that I might not physically survive the rehab because someone is going to kill me for talking about myself too much. It's a joke. I try to make small talk but find my mind wandering to what I can say next about myself. This has to stop.

As a blog entry to fulfill my goal of documenting my surgery and not to talk about myself, I'll proceed to talk about the state of the knee, for scientific purposes. Just kidding, I've been waiting all day to talk about me. Let's get to it.

FYI: I slept like I was wired on caffeine after a long road trip. It was terrible. The caffeine was actually a new pain in my knee I had all night and to make it 100% miserable, I couldn't find my pain medication. To be specific, the pain has moved to just to the right of my knee cap and also just below and to the left of the knee cap. It's probably scar tissue that is healing. Granted I have molasses hardening in my knee, it seems to get more stiff each day though I'm really working the range of motion. I'm beginning to wonder if I need to be doing something else or taking anti-inflammatory meds or doing more exercise, less exercise, etc. I'm just not sure why my knee is hurting in specific places. What makes matters worse is that I don't know if this is natural or usual. Is this the pain left over as the swelling goes down? Is this a new pain induced by my exercises? I need answers people. I'm going in for my next post-op appointment with Dr. Kim next Monday. He's been on a working vacation so I can't do anything until I see him. I'm beginning to question if I'll be able to recover in 3-4 months even with heavy rehab. I'm thinking that time is the only healer.