Recovering from surgery

I woke up around 6pm last Thursday with that pleasant, woozy feeling that is produced by wonderful medical chemicals. My knee surgery lasted about 3 hours and they found four problems (including 2 unanticipated) to fix. But at the time, all I knew was three things:
1. I was cold and couldn't get my voice to work (to summon nurses) or hands (to pull up the blanket). I lay there shivering.
2. I couldn't unclench my jaw. (Perhaps related to being too cold?)
3. I was having trouble breathing. Luckily a mask helped me take some deep breaths...and I thought about various fishing trips with my dad to calm my mind.

It was a good experience. Makes you feel deeply the lack of control and the fragility of the body. The hospital staff were good and I was back in my room by 7pm (surgery started around 1pm). Went home the next evening. Enjoyed several days of good sleep. A week later, there is little pain in the knee although I have to keep the brace on for 5 more weeks.

The boys are a little perturbed that I can't swing them around like normal or climb up to the roof. They do like the 'robot' leg and have requested me to get them some. Asha has started standing up a lot and continues to use her two words: "dadadadada" and "mamamamama". I'm not supposed to lift things, but I'm making a small exception for my baby girl! Needless to say, Libby is tired since she's in the last month of the pregnancy and we're both VERY grateful that her mom arrived last week to take care of all of us.