Sunday was a low point, when I was ready to bring Dodie back in to the hospital. But that was Sunday, this is Tuesday!  It started last night, when I tallied up our supply of hydromorphone - heavy pain killer. There was not enough to carry through to the appointment with the surgeon, on Thursday. My solution was to plan to contact the office and get some more, asap. Dodie's solution was to (mostly) stop taking it.

Say what? Is this the lady that hours before was saying "I need another one, now!" Actually no. Without any special notice, that phase seemed to have ended. 

This morning, Dodie said "Why do I need this (stupid) walker?" So shoving the walker ahead, she walked to it. And again. That way, she walked out into the greenhouse, back into the world!

What next? Lying on the bed to attempt her knee bends, she looked over at her bike. Maybe I can go on that?  And she did!

Now friends, no need to jump in your cars to come over and keep Dodie from running out into traffic. This description is admittedly a bit dramatised, and she is again safe on her recliner. But for the record, one week after the operation seems to be one of the first landmark times in the recovery.

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