After months and months of excruciating torture of waiting and stubbornness, it all came to a head on Friday. It happened, my knee surgery came and went. And it went as smoothly as one could assume. I had to be at the hospital Friday morning at 6 in the morning. Which was a good thing, meaning I'd be one of, if not, the first person for the day. Getting up and out wasn't a terrible issue as I had enough adrenaline running through my system most of Thursday to knock me out early so I was pretty ready come 6am.
When I got there I just had to check in and they brought me to the waiting room, where one other person was already in there and she was called pretty quickly. I was called a few minutes after. They asked my mom to wait until I was changed into scrubs and IV'd before they'd let her in... but that was pretty uneventful. From there, I was told I was scheduled to go into the OR at about 7:30. During the meantime, the anastesialogist, the OR nurse and my surgeon stopped by for last second questions/concerns/any other possible curveballs. I was sedated as they rolled me into the OR. It was cold (which they told me it'd be) and they introduced me to a bunch of people I wasn't going to remember in 15 seconds. From there I got the gas and was just told to breath.
From there, you know how in movies when someone gets knocked out and when they're coming to, the camera is wobbling and out of focus and everything seems dark? That's the next thing I remember. I see an outline of a nurse walking around but I just can't open my eyes. I keep them shut for a few moments and get my other senses revved up. I was finally able to open up my eyes and trying to get my sense of feeling back. Strangely enough, there wasn't much pain in my knee and I was feeling otherwise comfortable. As I came to, the nurse was talking to me and I'll be damned to remember any of it. The rest of my time in the hospital is kind of hazy, but I do know most of it was going over procedures and what to expect for the next week and the such.
I did mention the lack of pain in the leg and they mentioned they did put a numbing agent in my knee after the surgery which explained that... and then went on to say they gave me a script for Vicodin. I was released and promptly spent the rest of the day in bed. Annnnnndddd, I could tell the moment the numbing agent wore, off... haha. However, the pain wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. Day Zero wasn't too bad otherwise, I went to sleep easy... strange enough. The next day was more of the same... started getting some pain on the top of my foot, but nothing painful. I managed a 2.5 hour trip home to Newtown without discomfort or pain and moved a little bit around on crutches. Nothing eventful outside of some awesome football games.
Sunday was OK. I tried to be a bit more mobile. I set up my desktop and listened to my bladder sooner rather then later. Meanwhile, I tried seeing how flexible my knee is. A little movement, about where I'd expect to be with no PT yet. The pain on top of my foot was getting really bad and it kept me awake for some of the night... but I beat that sonnuva bitch down and got me some sleep.
This brings me to today. Knee movement is good... I can't get it fully straight, but I can bend it ALMOST 90 degrees, which for no PT, is pretty good I think. The pain on my foot has gone down, my first PT appointment is Wednesday and I've taken off the initial gauze/bandages. So I'll probably update again after that first PT appointment.
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