Thanks everyone for your insight and clarification. Even as a "child of the 70s," I managed not to develop any substance addictions, except if you were to call good looking guys "substances." But I digress.
Those of you who have met me in social situations know that I can become completely inebriated on one Cosmo or glass of champagne, even in Utah, for goodness sakes!
Needless to say, the meds they gave me at the hospital, along with the little oxygen problem I was having, had a strong effect . On the ride back home, I was talking in complete non-sequitors. Mike kept asking me, "What made you think of that?
Then again, many people find it difficult to follow the logic of my conversations when I'm not on any drugs.
Seriously speaking, the scary part was getting up on crutches. Twice, on the first night, I got up and became disoriented. The foot of the bad leg briefly touched the ground. OUCH!!!!!!! I was convinced that I had totally destroyed the surgery.
: After that, I was determined not to take my meds when nobody was around.
There is, of course, another side to this. This is the third time during my long career as a fitness professional that I needed to take some time off from all physical activity. While you can be prepared for whatever physical pain you'll need to endure, nothing can prepare you for the depression resulting from going from a completely active lifestyle, to a completely sedentary one. All systems seem to go on strike. I have no appetite. I'm experiencing complete writers block. The simple pleasures of life, like washing my hair, have become a challenge. Aside from that, as a social person, spending most of the day without any human element is driving me nuts!
Sometimes I wish I could just sleep through the whole recovery process, and wake up when it's over. This is why I worry about the pills. It would be far too easy to come up with a justification for "zoning out."