Knee surgery
I had my knee surgery yesterday. It was over quickly and I didn't have any nausea from the anesthesia (a huge improvement over my last surgery, which left me puking for the whole first day).
Yesterday I wasn't in any pain, but this morning it's starting to hurt. That's probably why I'm up right now, at 4:30. I hope it's not swelling. I "iced" it all day yesterday, but it was hard to actually get it cold under the several layers of bandages I'm not supposed to remove. Oh well.
The doc ended up taking out my entire meniscus. That was a surprise. I thought he was just going to carve away the middle part. Maybe it was a mess once he got in there, so there was nothing to be done. I dunno. But it looks like I'm guaranteed some arthritis in the joint later, since I don't have a cushion between the bones anymore. That sucks.
On the other hand, it's better than a torn up cushion and a giant cyst under my kneecap. So I guess I'll take what I can get.
John has been an absolute doll. I feel bad calling for him every half hour or so, but getting up and moving around wears me out like you wouldn't believe. He even brought me a box of chocolates when he went to pick up my pain meds. He calls them my "feel better treats". Aw!
Yesterday I wasn't in any pain, but this morning it's starting to hurt. That's probably why I'm up right now, at 4:30. I hope it's not swelling. I "iced" it all day yesterday, but it was hard to actually get it cold under the several layers of bandages I'm not supposed to remove. Oh well.
The doc ended up taking out my entire meniscus. That was a surprise. I thought he was just going to carve away the middle part. Maybe it was a mess once he got in there, so there was nothing to be done. I dunno. But it looks like I'm guaranteed some arthritis in the joint later, since I don't have a cushion between the bones anymore. That sucks.
On the other hand, it's better than a torn up cushion and a giant cyst under my kneecap. So I guess I'll take what I can get.
John has been an absolute doll. I feel bad calling for him every half hour or so, but getting up and moving around wears me out like you wouldn't believe. He even brought me a box of chocolates when he went to pick up my pain meds. He calls them my "feel better treats". Aw!