First week down the Surgical Road

Part 1 - One week of lightly grueling improvement. I must be grateful as I only partook in arthroscopic knee surgery. In the scheme of things, I have it easier. However, quite fascinating that standard practice includes getting me off crutches and medicine within the first week, as tolerated. 

I'm irritable, frustrated, unbalanced, and yet coordinated enough to make it room to room, up stairs with a plate of food in my hand. I can't say much for the condition of the plate once its put down, but trying over here. It seems I should have stapled a roll of paper towels to my back as the cozy clean-up tool with a trigger spray finger. 

I've reacted poorly today, and saw the inevitability of a manic disorder when I get my next knee fixed. You would like that being injured as a human would be less volatile than the animal kingdom. It's predicted that an injured animal can bite. An injured human should be above this, but somehow it sneaks up on you. Stealthy bastard these irritable feelings. 

I've said things that have been hurtful enough to cause emotional damage to others--things I would never let my parents get away in my feistiest moments. The concerns are well-understood, but the method is undesirable. Looked up a research study today that looks at mood changes to patients that even undergo arthroscopic. It was a comfort that the reason I'm like this is partial to the weight gain while inactive. The other is perception. 

http://www.springerlink.com/content/t5u8rp23q8261v27/fulltext.pdf

Still not an excuse, but enlightening that it still exists even with less intense surgery.