I'm happy to report that I really am getting better -- not as quickly as I might like, but there is steady progress. Getting in and out of bed is no longer a dramatic production and I clump about with my walker feeling almost ready to graduate to a cane. A home health nurse and a physical therapist have both said I'm doing well.
Christmas preparations are proceeding apace -- mainly thanks to those patient others who have been cooking and cleaning and helping me in so many ways. I have managed to do Christmas cards and some gift wrapping and this afternoon, we'll begin the traditional stringing of the popcorn and cranberry chain for the tree.
I'm weaning myself from the oxycodone, cutting the dose in half and supplementing with Tylenol. Even so, I still find it all to easy to fall asleep -- which is why my blog-visiting has been slight... I tell myself that sleep is a great healer -- but get impatient when I find I've just dozed away another couple of hours.
Tomorrow I'm off to the doctor for my first post-operative visit -- and to have the staples removed, all 26 of them. This has been, and continues to be, an interesting experience...