Last fall, I began to feel a sharp pain in my knee whenever I danced or ran around with the kids. It turns out that my physical activity had yielded a tear in my Meniscus. After the prescribed 4 months of physical therapy, the pain seemed to be only getting worse, so I made the drastic decision to have an arthroscopic meniscectomy (surgery). Since I knew that I needed to recover quickly from surgery, I opted out of general anesthesia and did a less heavy sedative. I think the surgeon was surprised that I was still awake as I was wheeled to the surgery room. The surgical bed has a strong resemblance to Frankenstein's bed, especially with the weird arm rests that my arms were strapped to. Glad I finally fell asleep at that point! Anyway, I am now about 3 1/2 weeks out from recovery. The recovery is slower than I expected, but I am off crutches and no longer need it wrapped. Physical therapy starts this week. Can't fail to mention how wonderful the women in our ward were who contributed meals, babysitting, and rides to and from the hospital. They were my guardian angels that week!
Over the past year, we have slowly been making plans to sell our home with hopes to get into something with a bit more elbow room. After my surgery, I decided to postpone a potential move until January. That decision relieved quite a bit of stress for a few weeks, but we ultimately decided to move forward anyway. Last week was an painful week, both physically (from my leg) and emotionally (from the move). I never expected the huge amount of work involved in prepping a home to sell, nor did I expect the continual waves of emotional stress. Fortunately, I have found much peace today and am feeling more hopeful about the whole ordeal.
