Adding insult to injury

Lots more pain today possibly because as the swelling decreases I will apparently feel more movement and discomfort in my knee.  The excess fluid apparently acts as a cushion for a few days and it is normal for me to feel new things happening with my knee as it heals.

Called my GP today to see if she could prescribe something to stop me feeling sick.  She told me the cocktail of drugs I was on was bound to make me feel dreadful and she suggested that I continue to cut out the Tramadol and replace the dihydrocodeine with just codeine and keep up with the paracetamol and ibuprofen.  She is also going to give me some anti nausea meds so hopefully I might start to feel a little more human soon.

Had my first physio appointment today with the lovely Stuart.  He was really nice and very reassuring.  He said I was doing really well but suggested I go to the nurse and get my dressings changed rather than wait another week to see the consultant.  I will definitely have to wear the brace for four weeks and am still not allowed to use my muscles or to bend my knee except to do my passive exercises.  I have to remove my brace and with my leg straight someone has to put their hands around my knee and gently lift my knee to about 30 degrees and lower it again.  Its a little uncomfortable but not too painful and it is good to get the joint moving as my muscles (what little I have of them) will be deteriorating while the leg is out of action.  He said he can't really give me much more to do but suggested I trying moving around the house without the crutches - which I have been doing, and I will see him again in another two weeks at which point he will try and get the knee bending a little bit further.

Its a lovely day today and it was quite nice just to get out of the house.  I opened the window as we drove home and it was lovely having the sunshine and a fresh breeze on my face.

We stopped off at the British Red Cross on the way back to see if we could hire a wheelchair.  I stayed in the car while my parents went in to speak to them.  When they came out my mum was highly amused.  Apparently the Red Cross lady had asked 'How tall is the patient' and she had replied 5'8 / 5'9 (for information I am 5'8) and then she had asked 'and what does the patient weigh?' to which mum had given a fairly accurate estimation of my weight (no I won't share it thank you).  Then to my mum's delight the lady had said something to the effect of 'well when the gentleman has finished using the wheelchair . . .'

Gentleman indeed!  I might not be on the svelte side but really!!