This was a super hard day for me. My husband had to leave the country after my surgery and my sister was staying for 5 days to see me through this rough patch. I love my sister, she is my best friend. I was missing my husband, though. I was also 2.5 weeks into this injury and feeling weary of the lack of independence. I'm a horse trainer and I missed my horses and my clients. The pain was simply awful. My appetite was absent (I think in large part due to the Percocet). I was lonely in my bed.
This was the day the doctor said I could shower. He said let water run over the incisions. Honestly, the pain was still so severe, the thought of taking all the bandaging off and getting into a shower was simply not appealing. I thought perhaps it would lift spirits so my sister and I started to remove the bandaging. I was already in such a dark place of despair, seeing my hacked up knee sent me spiraling even deeper. I just wasn't prepared for the amount of entry points, stitches, bandages... I was expected one for the ACL repair and a longer one for the LCL repair. There were 6-7 entry points and my knee looked hideous. I couldn't unsee it and it drove me to tears.
Other than that, more Percocet, restless sleep, nausea, grogginess, dizziness... This was the worst day of the whole ordeal.