Because You Asked….
Posted 26 August, 08on:
The drama of my bum knee continues. I saw the “new” surgeon today. It was clear he knew what he was talking about and very familiar with my case. However, I did not like what he had to say. In consideration of the squeamish out there, I shall be light on gory details. Besides, I am the queen of squeamish so I tuned out for much of his very graphic surgery description. Yep, that’s right sports fans, surgery is in the future, but we all knew that, right? Wait. It gets better. I get have not one, but two surgeries.
The is trashed. There is arthritis. There is almost no cartilage left. The knee cap hangs to one side. He wants to take it completely apart and put back together. When I heard the words “saw” and “screws,” I zoned out to the lovely land of denial. The words “cut the bone” made me temporarily lose my sense of hearing. Since he is a nice guy, he wants to do an exploratory scope first to see if there is enough good parts left in my knee to rebuild it.
The scope should be fairly simple with a quick recovery. If he thinks I am good candidate for the Big Surgery, the recovery will not be so quick. He will take my knee apart and put it back together with a few additional parts. It won’t be tiny little scope scars. It will be big, nasty zipper looking things. He predicts three months of painful, somewhat incapacitated recovery. Then three more months of just “gee, this is really annoying.” Months of crutches and physical therapy. The boy does not paint a pretty picture.
Today, he started me on steroid injections. Under the knee cap. I can take pain, but I cannot stand needles. As he was explaining to his resident how to lift the knee cap and get the needle underneath, the room started going dark and I laid down. He said the muscles would be a better position if I sat up. I said, “Dude, either I lay down now or fall down when you stick me. One way or another, I will be fully horizontal for this. You pick.” Smart boy that he is, he agreed I should go ahead and get comfy. Even with the anesthesia first, it hurt like (insert expletive of your choice here).
I will do a couple more rounds of steroids. The hope is to reduce the pain enough that I can do some serious physical therapy before surgery. We are tentatively planning on the scope during spring break and the Big Surgery at the beginning of the summer. The boys will then be home to be my personal servants because the knee will be immobilized for three weeks.
In the meantime, I am sporting a lovely new knee brace. It has a special insert that constantly pushes the knee cap into alignment. I will be popping NSAIDS like candy. Ice packs will be applied whenever possible. While I don’t relish living with the pain for 10 more months, there is no way I can undertake a surgery like this during the school year.
Ok, enough gory talk. I won’t say I’m okay with it, because my head is still spinning a bit. In a day or two, I’ll be fine. I will have planned out how to deal with the various issues this will cause. I can handle the pain. It is the logistics and being so physically limited that are difficult to process at the moment. I will figure it all out because I always do.
In the meantime, I shall sew some pants with a slightly wider leg to accommodate my lovely, new, much bulkier knee brace. I shall sew some baby things for my preggie friends. I shall sew some doll clothes because they are fun to sew. I shall have more posts about sewing and less about whining.