July 13, 2014 4;43.A.M.

  I'm sitting here, assessing my situation.  I can't sleep, don't feel like eating, but have no actual pain.  Last year, for the right knee surgery, I left the hospital on the morning of the 5th day, so in a few hours that much time will have elapsed, though I've now been home for 3 days.  My left leg looks a mess.  It is swollen from thigh to foot, with so much bruising and discoloration that it looks like a tractor ran over it.  The stitches beneath the wonderfully smooth bandage are pulling a little, but certainly not enough to warrant a Percocet.  I may be coming paranoid, as I'm more concerned right now that I may have a kidney infection and that my retina, lasered the day before surgery, is going to tear again.  I'm reminded that when our washing machine malfunctioned  a few days ago, we didn't call a repairman.  We ordered a new one.  When one of the parts goes, the others can't be far behind.