In 7 days, my family will lose me for a while. Not in the sense that I won’t be around, but in the sense that I won’t be able to pull my own weight around here…literally. I hold the people I love to impossible standards (sorry my loves), but I hold myself to an even higher one. Last April, I tore my ACL playing soccer…1 week later I shot a wedding. Even athlete’s take a few weeks off, but it has now been 9 months and I am still doing the things that I need to do. Sometimes my knee slips out-of-place and the pain is excruciating. It makes me want to cry. So now that my busy season is over and I have some time off, and I am getting it fixed. Hallelujah!
I was in brave mode, I have a high pain tolerance, have had 2 C-sections, and like to consider myself pretty tough, I mean I did fall 20 feet on to concrete when I was 20 years old…so I wasn’t too concerned about this…that is until I went to my pre-op appointment the other day. The PA came into the room and asked me what prescriptions I wanted him to write for pain…I said Vicoden would be fine and he laughed at me…literally laughed at me. Then he said that wouldn’t even touch the pain. I have always managed pain, very well I might add, with that and some motrin before…but this guy was now
taunting/laughing at me…saying that wasn’t even going to touch it. So he gave me a “new drug” that he thought would be better…and some Vicoden to make me feel better.
The second thing that chipped away at my brave exterior was that when the Dr and I spoke about the surgery, I explained that I could get my life covered for 2 weeks, but then my family needed me to resume my duties as a Mom. He said that as long as I could be off the pain meds by then it would be fine. The PA laughed at me and said I can’t bear weight for 4-6 weeks on my leg. “4-6 weeks”….Who is going to feed my family, do laundry, drive my Daughter to school, (she goes to a different district), get my Son to school, take care of homework, love my Hubby, not to mention…coach the soccer teams, edit the photos…etc…etc…etc…
So next Wednesday…when you get up…send a little positive energy my way…I am going to need a wish for a very speedy recovery…they say 4-6 weeks…but I am hoping to do it in 14 days. My standards are impossible…but that is how I roll! Thanks for your positive energy and prayers! I know that will help 🙂