I survived...........

and am doing well.  The worst part of the procedure was having to get on the scales.  As a former nurse, I know that I have the right to refuse any treatment, test, procedure that I want..........................so I always refuse to be weighed at the doctors' offices.  I get lots of irritated looks from nurses, but hey,  I know my rights and I don't want to be weighed.  (I threw my home scales away a few years back because, evidently stepping on and off the scales wasn't enough exercise to cause any weight loss.)    
      So, back to what I was saying.....................I'm a former nurse and I knew the anesthesiologist would need my weight to calculate my anesthesia medication dosage. So I was weighed and WHOA!  It's enough to make me cry.  Oh, well.  I told Jason and he told me I need to get back on my bike.  I have been thinking about doing that again.  I used to love biking on the Katy Trail, in fact I would ride from Columbia to McBain and back and one time I even rode from Columbia to Rocheport.  It would be fun to take my grandchildren to ride with me.  They would like that.
     Rachel took me for my surgery, got my meds, and even got me a Jimmy John's............I was getting hungry............you know, NPO after midnight and all. She was so sweet to me.  It was really painful for me to get out of the car and walk into the house, but within 20 minutes I got up and was able to walk. I did just fine.  They gave me a really neat icing contraption and it felt so good.  Shea came by today and that made me feel much better.  I took the bandage off today and I have 3 small wounds, each one neatly fastened with one tiny stitch. 
     I have laid around all day, icing my knee and resting ....................and thinking about that number............you know the one.....................that number on the scales.   Yuk