The deed is done. I have a brand new, prosthetic knee joint in my right leg. I am not going to post a photo of the incision (You're welcome!) even though the nurses at the re-hab facility and the visiting nurse who came to my home today say it's beautiful. That's nurse talk for no draining, no redness, no swelling (other than the expected) and no signs of infection.
My knee still hurts, albeit in a different way from before the surgery. And, after all, how could it not considering what has been done? (Google it.)
All the preparation I did has really paid off. I made space for a walker--which I am no longer using--got grab bars, a shower stool, etc. and I exercised to be strong going in so that I would be strong coming out. I learned a lot through this process including how compassionate the nurses aides I encountered both in the hospital and in re-hab are. I was deeply touched by their kindness. (Here's to Alicia and Rosa and Jenire.)
It turned cold and wet just before I got home and had I not spent four hours with home health people today (the RN and the Occupational Therapist who says I don't need her and won't be back) I was planning to take a walk on the sidewalk along my street. But by the time everyone had come and gone I was pretty tired.
I expect a full recovery and much sooner than anyone--other than me!--expected.
In short, all is well.