Few things are more boring than listening to someone relating their latest medical condition. However, since many of you are dealing with a physical challenge, I wanted to let you know I’m now considerably more empathetic.
Rattles and grinding within my own physical plant forced me to schedule total knee replacement, a fairly common procedure. My surgery (last Monday, the 26th) was viewed as a success. Nevertheless, other conditions developed that alarmed the medical team—pneumonia and my heart rate dropped to 30. Thankfully, no blood clots or infections to this point.
Since then, my body has shouted loud and clear that it resented the slicing, sawing, grinding, stapling, and re-aligning inflicted upon it. To enhance recovery, I’m forcing my body—every day—to assume habits and flexibility it doesn’t want, and in fact, fights against. (Much like writing.) Meds are on every menu, and I’ll soon have to wring those alien substances from my weakened body.
Don’t expect deep insights and provocative questions from this posting; this is only to alert you that my mental fog, fatigue and pain of recovery have slowed everything to a crawl. Today, the seventh day, has been the second or third worst. Nausea, then, just pain—of my entire left leg, up into the left side of my pelvis.
They tell me everybody’s different. I haven’t heard anyone say it’s a piece of cake. Instead, words like “hellish” and “an ordeal.” Empathy I can understand.
There are bright spots: physical therapy begins Tuesday. I know those guys are masochists but they make me feel better. And this evening, Dave Anderson came over and taught me how to play Spider, a card game I’d never seen. I forgot about hurting for awhile, and he and I and my wife had a fun time, laughing and telling stories.
Speaking of … what’s yours? Do you have a favorite story about your surgery or aftermath?