Not for the squeamish..

Turn away now if you don't want to see.

This was my first peek and it kind of made me freak out.  Nick was gone to Youth Conference for 2 days, my Dad had just left after helping me for the first week.  I was however glad I peaked so that I didn't totally freak out the next day at the doctors when the Bandaging came off completely.

 Because seriously... This is gross.  I couldn't look at it.  I took a picture to text to Nick and then didn't look again.  Did you know they take out the staples with out any anesthetic?  That's right she just yanked all 16 of them out, with out even a pause.  Even thinking about it now still makes me nauseous.

 This was a couple of days later after it had healed a little more. Still so swollen and bruised.

 And then there were the hives.  horrible awful, no good, very bad, HIVES.  These struck on Saturday and peaked on Fathers Day Sunday.  Poor Nick made his own breakfast, lunch and dinner. So Pathetic.

 I have a picture of my face all swollen and misshapen with hives, but I am to embarrassed by it so it will not be revealed here.

This is today.  Today it Hurts,  It looks a lot better though!! It has been a long week.

The Light colored scar is the scar from the surgery I had when I was 12.  I broke me knee cap and ripped all the connecting ligaments and tendons.  Hopefully this surgery will have fixed some of the issues from that one.  

Although I honestly don't remember ever having a well-functioning knee.

 Tonight I am really grateful that Nick is Home!  And to make up for the Hive-ridden Fathers Day, we are celebrating Fathers Day tomorrow and I am so excited.  There are presents, good food, and fun on the agenda.  No one deserves it more.  Not having him home for the last week, makes me appreciate all the little things he does every day for me and our boys.

Speaking of the Boys.  They are so excited Daddy is home, they are being super bad and are sitting in time-out right now.  That's right 10:30 at night.  It's awful.

This Week....

I am a "project". 
I think the Bishop feels bad. 
The Relief Society is bringing meals. 
The Primary Secretary came and vacuumed my floors.

I am already desperately lonely for Nick. and a little overwhelmed with all that is on my plate.

 I have been valiantly striving to complete all my physical therapy homework. I can lift my leg AND extend through my knee, not well, but still. 

I have discovered that my children's behavior is directly proportional to the amount/quality of attention I give them. Thereby making Bad Knee days just plain Bad Days.

Another try.

Hey, so to the 5 of you that saw my rambling yesterday, sorry about that. I am going to attempt to be more coherent today.

 I am on House Arrest for today and maybe tomorrow I had a reaction to my post-op Antibiotic and broke out in Hives from the top of my head-to-the soles of my feet, and they are Heat and Sunlight sensitive. 

Recovery has been a lot harder than I thought. I am going to be on crutches until July 6th at the earliest. I started Physical Therapy and my range of motion sucks. I can bend my knee to 75 degrees, but I cannot lift my leg off a flat table or extend out through my knee at all. It has been really frustrating, and painful.

 My neighbors and friends have been awesome. They take my boys out for play dates, and last week they even set up rides so the boys and I could go to playgroup at the downtown splash pad since I couldn't drive.

As for driving. On Friday I got 30 more degrees of movement in my brace, so now I can drive although it is painful and awkward.

Next week is Scout Camp, so holding to tradition, we bought a car on Saturday, so I wouldn't be car-less while Nick is gone. Exactly the same as last year. However if my new car catches fire next Wednesday, I will NEVER buy another car!! We got a 2010 Ford Edge. It is White Suede with a super Dark Brown Leather Interior. So Fun!!

 Nick has been wonderful, and  I have not been so nice to him, because he has been so great. I am not used to not being able to take care of myself or my boys, and I hate asking for help. I guess because I feel frustrated, I just assume he is frustrated, so I get more frustrated. But one of the greatest thing about Nick is how he rolls with the punches, and is willing to do really anything, ungrudgingly.

So despite it all.  I am so Lucky.

ouch

Well, the good news is, they didn't have to cut the bone. Bad news is, it hurts really bad anyway. They did take out a floater the size of a marble. Good news, I haven't thrown up in 3 hours. Bad news, Yup still hurts. The boys (all 3 of them) are being great. The little ones are being super patient, and the big one is an awsome nurse.