We got to the surgical center at 0800, checked in and around 0930 I went back to the pre-op prep room. I was still feeling apprehensive - but was in good spirits - about everything and managed, with the help of my friend Xanax to keep from falling apart. I don't remember anything much passed the 2nd Versed injection and being wheeled out of my pre-op room. No recollection of the OR - nothing until I came to in PACU crying from the pain. They tanked me up on some more pain meds and sent me home. I have no recollection of getting dressed; leaving the surgical center or getting back home. Last night I was really knocked out. Mary and Carla have both been a Godsend, Mary getting up in the middle of the night to give me pain meds and water; Carla taking over to relieve Mary. 
My knee/leg hurts like no other. Don't misunderstand: I've been in more pain. My tummy tuck was honestly the most pain I've ever endured (and that includes birthing a 10 pound baby); however this pain is still pain. It still hurts like a son-of-a-bitch. I mean stabbing sharp pain with an undercurrent of major throbbing. Moving my toes doesn't hurt. Other than that I'm in a world of hurt. I grit my teeth when stressed on a good day. I'm afraid I may end up breaking my teeth now that I'm gritting and clenching so much with the pain.
Icing, elevating, and moving from the bed to the living room to the toilet to the living room and back to bed has been the order of the day. And drinking tons of water. And eating. I went a good 36 hours without any food or water to speak of. I'm dehydrated and kind of hungry but in too much pain to want much of anything to eat.
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