For those of you who thought I might've died you you may have been pretty close. But I didn't, I made it. So here I am at a week and a half and the cellulitis is 90 percent gone. Not totally but about 90%. I still can't stand to have the sheet touch the skin on that leg.
There definitely is a difference between surgery pain and nerve pain. The nerve pain is by far worse. Surgery pain pretty much happens only during physical therapy. And the torture guy who comes every day make sure that I feel that pain.
I haven't ventured outside yet with the exception of sitting in the backyard in the sun. But I might try that this week. Dairy Queen may be beckoning.
My leg hurts "normally" now. Except for the nerve pain when I have a sheet or pants touching the skin still. Odd, but pain driven still.
I have one more physical therapy session tonight with Frank before I can sleep. And my leg is still sore from the one this afternoon with Zack. This is the tedious part of recovery. I still can't straighten my leg out when I walk yet but hopefully that will come in this next week when the swelling continues to go down.
Today Frank went to work. I was self-sufficient for 4 1/2 hours for the first time in two weeks. That means I got up and went to the bathroom by myself. I got my lunch into the microwave by myself. I let the dogs in and out. I let the nurse come in. And I got my own refill for my water. It felt like I was two years old and had gotten a gold star for doing well!!!!!!