Too Old For This - Day 2

Remember when sleeping on the floor was an adventure? Yeah, that ended several decades ago. I'm officially in pain. I sent Jim to the hardware store to find a strip of velcro so we could loosen her cone last night. I was shocked when he actually found velcro by the foot, but completely unsurprised when it did no good whatsoever. The cone was loose enough that she could have wriggled her way out of it (if she had not been in the crate), but she still whined and cried about it. The worst part, though was the incessant hard panic panting and excessive salivating/mouth clacking. That is what drove me to the floor. Once again, I took my pillows out to the living room, looked jealously back at Jim snuggled up with the feather comforter, and began my vigil with the cone-free fretter. She slept like a baby. Me, not so much. I hurt from being on the floor for two nights, and my toes are still popsickles. Brrr. Right now, Jim is doing the heating pad thing on her leg. I can't do it. She absolutely wants nothing to do with it. But Jim has her laying mostly still and relaxed and isn't even having to hold it on all the time. She still twitches and tries to get up every now and again, but he manages to talk her down. My hero.

She still isn't putting much weight on the leg. I see her knuckling the ground some. It worries me. Why didn't I keep track of the last surgery like this? Then I could look back and see what she was doing then. The staples look fine, the bruising is going down, and there's not nearly as much swelling as last time. She doesn't have that severe pain between pain pills now, but I am worried about her lack of desire to use the leg. Time will tell. I may have to call Dr. Left Leg (aka Punke) and ask about it.