Thanks everyone for your Facebook, Twitter and blog comments on the last post. Today marks a week since my surgery and lordhavemercy do I feel a million times better than I did that first day. Hell, even those first couple days.
When I was finally moved to the discharge room after surgery and got to see Adam for the first time he shared with me some of the things the surgeon relayed to him post knee mutilation. This is where I first learned that the original idea that I had a small tear in my ACL and large tear in my meniscus was actually flipped. Turned out I had a small, easy fix in my meniscus, and OH BOY LOOK AT THAT when they opened up my knee they found that my ACL was no longer connected. It was dangling in my knee. The only thing holding my knee together in my right knee was my MCL.
No wonder it hurt so much to walk the dogs!
Even with the shocking ACL-is-connected-to-nothing news the doc said I should have a faster than originally expected recovery. I would not be put in a cast or brace and my new knee was set to be bent right out the gate and I could put weight on it. This apparently is great news as it means I could ditch those evil crutches after about two weeks instead of four to six. Anyone who has ever had to use cruthes knows THIS IS WONDERFUL NEWS. Crutches be evil.
Now that a full week has passed it really is amazing to see how fast my knee is healing. The first two days after surgery were hell. And strangely filled with a lot of embarrassment. I mean, there's nothing to take your relationship to a weird new level like one of you recovering from surgery.
Hey! This is me "washing" myself with baby wipes in the middle of our bedroom while you hold me up.
Hey! This is me passing out on the toilet with my pants around my ankles.
Hey! This is me spending the first four days post surgery without washing my hair or face!
Hey! This is me taking my first "shower" perched on an outdoor side table while you hold a towel over my bad leg!
Hey! This is you heading to the pharmacy at 8:30 at night to get a constipation suppository!
This is all going to look great in the first year of marriage scrapbook! (Who am I kidding, I am the last person on earth to scrapbook anything.)
Thankfully most of the really shameful stuff has passed and we're just in the daily healing phase. Everyday the swelling goes down, my knee bends further, I can crutch around longer before the pain becomes too much, and all in all I'm more comfortable. Now if only I could become a miracle healing machine and be 100% by next Monday when I start my new job… I'm thinking the odds are not in my favor.