I survived my post surgery day with little incident. Except for the hemorrhaging, everything is splendid.
Fiddledaddy drove me to my appointment to have the drain mercifully removed from my leg. We had a positive conversation with the therapist about my prognosis. Evidently, I have an issue with my ACL. This is the ligament that pretty much keeps everything all together in the knee department. My doctor didn’t go into a lot of detail about it yesterday, since I was drooling and not very lucid. But he wants me to keep my knee completely immobile for 2 weeks so that the swelling and inflammation will subside. Then I’ll begin therapy, and we’ll go from there.
I learned today that I may be able to strengthen my ACL through PT. If not, I will have to have ACL reconstruction. Which is basically taking ligament from another part of my being, and transplanting to my knee bone. Or region. Or whatever.
There’s also the possibility of a cadaver donation.
I know. I had to ask for the throw-up bucket for that one. Fiddledaddy informed me of this while doing research on the internet. Something I try never to do before bedtime. Especially if it involves ME and MEDICAL CONDITIONS. I prefer to operate under the assumption that ignorance is bliss.
Anyhoo, I know for certain that I don’t want to have to undergo ACL reconstruction, so I’m praying specifically for my ACL to STAND UP AND FIGHT. The recuperation period for that kind of surgery is long. I’ve only been immobile for a day and I’m already twitching.
So. After my drain was removed, the bandages were applied and my leg brace was put back on. I was told to stay on my crutches for 2 weeks, take it easy, and DO NOT BEND MY LEG.
Roger that. While I was checking out at the reception desk, I noticed blood running down my leg and pooling in my Crocs.
Um. I don’t think that’s suppose to happen.
A wheelchair was dispatched toot-sweet and I was cleaned up and re-bandaged. We almost lost Fiddledaddy when he went to clean out my shoe. Then I was given further instruction to NOT PUT ANY WEIGHT ON MY LEG AT ALL for the rest of the day.
Upper body strength? I don’t have it. Add to that, my complete lack of grace, and you can imagine how I look on crutches.
In fact, after making Fiddledaddy a nervous wreck all day as I attempted to negotiate my crutches on my one good leg, he wanted to demonstrate, me, from his point of view.
Wherein he confiscated my crutches and went careening around the house, knocking over furniture and children, and stopping only by crashing into the wall.
Hilarity. The offspring were quite amused. “I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT!” I stated for the record.
OH YES YOU DO MOM, YES YOU DO!
Tomorrow I can put more weight on my leg as I motor about on the crutches. Which is a darn good thing because I can barely lift my arms to type, as they are weary. Also, I get to take a real shower. Everyone is excited about that.
To make things really interesting around here, my sweet Cailey is having surgery on Thursday to remove her Thyroglossal Cyst. Fiddledaddy will then have 2 uncooperative patients to deal with.
Some day, I’m going to find the humor in all of this. Not today, or tomorrow, but someday.
Have a great weekend, everyone! And again, thank you for your well wishes and prayers.