Pre op I figured I would be able to drive myself to the post op appointment; my new knee would be healed and I would be back to myself, enthusiastic and energized. Not so. Again I had to rely on Ellis for an assist. Seated at the vanity pulling myself together for the appointment, my head was foggy from the pain killer I took last night. I was hung over and worried about my stamina to take the ride, operate the heavy machinery that Is the walker,sit in the waiting room on those hard, shallow chairs. You name it, I worried about it as I put on earrings for the first time in a week. My stamina was depleted. The worst was I realized how unkind aging had been. In my head, I am still a lively, vivacious girl. In truth, I feel like a tired old lady, WHO LOOKS FABULOUS FOR HER AGE, but lost the bounce in her step. I put on my eyes and a brighter lipstick to impress the doc. God forbid, he thinks I am under the weather. God forbid I think I look under the weather. Images are me. They can pump you up or knock you down. I need up.
I got it. Home again, my bounce was back. My X-rays were great. My knee looked more like a knee. And, the best, he changed the pain medicine to a non-narcotic that doesn't cause constipation. I was very pleased. I could now take it as I should have been--regularly, so I could handle the physical stress of physical therapy that would get my leg back to being my leg. My reluctance to be drugged had slowed my progress, but not so much that the doc didn't clear me for outpatient PT, which will begin next week with three sessions per week for four weeks. Officially in phase two of recovery, I'm on my way. What will I draw today? Flowers.
A SECOND LOOK: MY FAVORITE FORMAT, THE SQUARE. This one I might consider a reference for a larger painting, 20"x 20" or larger.