As I mentioned last week, D. had knee surgery yesterday. And all went well! It was a long, long day, but worth it. The surgeon came down and talked with me in the waiting room afterward, and he said that the operation had gone really well. What a relief!
She had to spend the night at the hospital, but by the time I left at 8:00 p.m. she was settled into her room, eaten a good dinner, and was quite chipper. I went back mid-morning and was able to take her home around 2:00 pm. She's got some good pain drugs and is doing well so far. We've yet to figure out how it's going to work with us both in bed: Will she have to sleep on her back, and thus snore so that I can't sleep? Oh well, we'll figure it out. I'm just so glad and so relieved that she's doing okay.
I've also wound up doing some accidental spring cleaning, because I had to move furniture around and take up the living room rug so that things aren't in her way. And I'm bad enough about vacuuming the rug, but vacuuming under the rug? Um, make that never.
Of course, all of that clean floor space I'd created is now rather taken up with D's crutches, walker, passive motion machine, and the little side table we've moved by the couch.
A home physical therapist is coming tomorrow -- I have no idea what time, but I'm trying to relax about plans -- and perhaps will come regularly. Fortunately, D and I have three days at home together to figure out how she's going to handle things once I'm back at school next week. I think, for example, that we're going to set her up with a cooler next to the couch so that she can have cool drinks without getting herself to the kitchen for them. Of course, that will require that she go to the bathroom, although she's getting better and better at doing that on her own. And we have great next-door neighbors who have a key to our house and are willing to be a back-up for her for anything. Plus we can always call in the temple's "caring committee." (It's been so long since I've been a member of a local worshiping community that I'd sort of forgotten that there was such help available.)
D is such a trooper! She'll be on a walker and then crutches for 6-8 weeks and then lots of PT afterward, but all of this pain is about her eventually NOT being in pain.
Because of all of this, I've done the crazy thing of taking off three days of school in the third-to-last week of classes ... but weirdly, the timing has all worked out ridiculously well, such that this isn't a terrible time to miss three days. And it's a good reminder to me that I'm not indispensable.
Of course, tomorrow I need to buckle down and do some serious grading while tending to D. My great plans for next week are all contingent on my having finished the grading for my freshmen by Sunday night, so I have my work cut out for me ... another reminder that my "day off" from school is not really a day off at all.