Where has all the morphine gone? (Long time passing . . .)
Published Saturday, August 18, 2007 by Carolyne | E-mail this post
I was impressed with myself and the relative lack of pain from the op. Afterall, they had to drill through bone and thread through my hamstring (which shouldn't be there) to create a new ligament, and then screw them into place.
I felt pretty damn smug about beign able to straighten my leg and (just) get it to 90 degrees with the physio before I was sent home with my list of exercises and instructions on how to use the crutches for going forward on the flat, and up and down stairs.
I slept really well on my first night and envisaged an early and sucessful return to running (blow just running, I'd be winning all before me before you'd know it).
And then the slow release morphine and the nerve block (good stuff) wore off. Ouch.
I felt pretty damn smug about beign able to straighten my leg and (just) get it to 90 degrees with the physio before I was sent home with my list of exercises and instructions on how to use the crutches for going forward on the flat, and up and down stairs.
I slept really well on my first night and envisaged an early and sucessful return to running (blow just running, I'd be winning all before me before you'd know it).
And then the slow release morphine and the nerve block (good stuff) wore off. Ouch.
Firstly, as my 5yo daughter would say; eeewww. Secondly, as Homer would say; Hmmm morphine. ;-)