Knee, knee, knee, knee, knee, knee (say it in that sing-songy way like you were in 1st grade!)

That's where all my focus is.  Right on the right knee.

A miracle happened to me this week.  Truly.

I caught a cold last weekend after bragging to someone that I wasn't getting sick this year.  (Whack, karma attacks when you make dumb comments like that.)  So I got sick.  The sneezing was pretty much non-stop.  No amount of Zicam stuck up my nose every four hours could stop those little rhino-virus babies from hatching up there in my rhino.  And with a meniscus tear arthroscopy just a few days away, I had to GET WELL!  Doctors don't like to do surgery on sick people.

Anyway, with husband T away on business for the second week in a row, I layed around all day Sunday, assuming that rest would make the sneezing stop.  NOT.  Monday, the day I usually work from home, became a work at school day, really tiring me out.  Tuesday I went in late and Wednesday as well.  But I wasn't getting any better.  Wednesday evening I helped daughter M out by watching Baby S while she did her husband's cleaning job at the office as a nice surprise to him.  Of course, I can't sit around unless I am FORCED or falling asleep.  So I dusted the office for her.  Within a few hours I had the shivers.  Not a good sign.

Thankfully son J, the Cougar, and his friend Jer, were kind enough to bless me in advance of my surgery.  It was a nice blessing and I felt comforted by it.  However, no amount of faith prevented the mercury in the thermometer from registering 101.2 a couple hours later when I got home.  BummmmmMER.  High temp = NO knee surgery.  No knee surgery = less time to rehab before cruise to Alaska in May.  Less time to rehab = limping around on deck and missing hiking around an Alaskan glacier.  I was worried.  But then, why should I be worried?  Oh, ye, Laurie of little faith. . . 

So.....I endured the shivers, drank water (but not after 7 AM because of the surgery) and Walah! temp down to 99.1 at around 6 AM.  I kept praying and having faith.  I really did!  And miracle of miracles, my temp was down to under 98 by the time daughter A came to drive me to the hospital. 

Anesthesiologist chewed me out a bit for taking my vitamins and some ibuprofen in the morning.  By force of habit, I naturally took the pills.  But he compared the vitamins to a big blob of breakfast sitting in my stomach that could cause major complications.  After quizzing me on which vitamins were capsules (better to dissolve, my dear) and which were oil base (even better dissolving, my dear) and which were plain old hard capsules (not at all good to have sitting in the bottom of your tummy), he got me nicely drugged up and they did my scope.

Against all that the doctors told me, my nose was completely unstuffed when I woke up, and all sneezing had stopped.  My knee hurts, but the kids are taking good care of their old mom.  I am spoiled and comfy and drugged.  AND I am the recipient of a miracle!