They say when you go in for surgery that whatever you were thinking about when you went under is what you awaken thinking about. Well as luck would have it, right before they were going to administer the anesthesia,
the nurse asked if my husband was going to be picking me up and helping me out at home. I got pretty teary-eyed when I said that my husband died by suicide 10 months to the day. Of course she felt awful, but she couldn't have known my circumstance.
So as I was waking up I was thinking about Ken and crying. Damn.
The knee surgery was a success I am happy to say! My orthopedic surgeon was one of the surgeons for the Sacramento Kings,
so it had better have been done right! My mom was pretty thrilled to meet him and she remembered him from the Kings' commercials. Anyway he was very nice and everything went as expected. Now facing 6-8 months to get my full capabilities
back, but as long as the extreme pain and falling down is over, I can tackle just about anything! Of course Dr. Reed did caution me that my age and weight will play factors in how quickly I recover. Argh!