KNEE OP RECOVERY

Post-op Day 2

It’s a lot better than post-op day 1

Janice Macdonald
The Daily Cuppa Grande
5 min readJun 2, 2024

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Breakfast in a French hospital bed (author’s photo)

It’s Sunday evening as I write this, knee replacement surgery was Friday, around noon. I think it took about three hours. The rest of the day was a blur. I remember nothing after being wheeled into a very cold room. When I woke up sometime later, my partner was sitting in the chair next to my bed smiling at me.

As happy as I was to see him there, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. When I woke up again — or was aware of being awake — it was Saturday morning and breakfast had arrived. I remember from my hip-op saga that I barely ate anything in the hospital. Breakfast this time was no exception. I took a bite of croissant and a sip of coffee and pushed the tray away.

Yesterday was not a good day. The anesthesia had worn off and the pain was uncomfortable enough that I couldn’t distract myself by thinking about other things.

I was given half a dozen little pills still in their wrappers. I’d mentioned on admission that I wanted omeprazole, not pantoprazole which they’d given me during my hip-op stay. Combined with a particular pain medication, it does horrible things to my stomach.

I went through the little pile of pills and saw pantoprazole and the pain medication. The nurse had gone. The pain in my knee had…

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Janice Macdonald
The Daily Cuppa Grande

At 68, I started a new chapter in my life: I moved to France. Alone. It turned out to be quite the page-turner. Still is — even when age insists on a part.