Arthroscopy

I do not know if I am being the most enormous wuss. I’m not particularly nervous about the op, but virtually everyone I talk to says to me, oh yes, I had that done, it took me x days/weeks/months to get over it, where x = anything from 1 day to countless months. Anyway, the thing I feel wussy about is that I’m utterly miserable with the knee pain. I know this isn’t the worst pain in the world; after all, I’ve given birth. But that’s different; that was positive pain and I knew what to do with it.

And then, my stepdad is in so much constant pain that he has to inject himself with morphine. What kind of life is that? He never gets to sleep much, despite all the contraptions and gadgets that my mum acquires in the hope of easing his nights just a little bit. I’m pretty sure I slept last night, once the boy finally settled down (around 2:30, maybe?), until 7am. That’s twice this week he has slept until significantly later than 6am, and most unusual; but his nights have been very unsettled. We are actually going to have to set an alarm tomorrow, as I have to be delivered to the hospital for 7am.

So I should just take ibuprofen and quit my moaning, and look forward to a speedy recovery.