The years are flying by...
Can it really be two years since posting to this blog? Surely, something eventful has happened during that time.
Today I sit here contemplating how much I want to get into my little cottage garden and do some planting of bright flowers, but I am recuperating from a right knee replacement that was done the end of February. Old age has crept in unexpectedly and the osteoarthritis has taken it's toll on my knees. When the right knee became painful to walk due to bone-on-bone and multiple bone spurs, I knew the time had come to have the surgery.
The surgery was done in the late afternoon and by 11PM, I was walking the halls with a walker without pain and thinking... this is a "piece of cake"! Oh! How wrong I was! When the nerve block wore off in about 24 hours, the pain started in earnest! I had no idea it would be so painful! I became dependent on my husband to drive me around and do the grocery shopping and help with meals. I started going to rehab twice a week, and the simplest maneuvers would bring a scowl to my face as the pain was intense, but I blundered along knowing it was so important to my recovery.
I would frequently ice my knee with a bag of frozen peas to decrease swelling and inflammation and I watched way too much TV. I was becoming depressed and frustrated with the situation as I like to be up and about and independent. My little "therapy dog" Mollie Sue, the black pug, was always by my side and she gave me great comfort.
But gradually I started feeling better, thanks to the pain med, and I was walking with my walker. One day when I was going to rehab, my sense of humor was once again kicking in... and that's a good thing! I decided to put my spare license plate (yes, my grandchildren call me "Lala") on the front of my walker. After all... I wanted to be legal! You should have heard the laughter when I walked into the waiting area at rehab. Laughter is indeed good medicine!
Before long, I had no need for the walker or those elastic stockings which are a b**** to get on.
But wait... there is more to this story! When I started getting these "electrical shocks" to my knee as it was healing, in my demented brain, I knew what it was all about! My doctor... "Dr. B", being forward thinking , was indeed using me as his test subject for a SELF-DRIVING KNEE. How cool is that? And... he had a GPS implanted in the knee so that he could monitor my whereabouts from his phone!
So, if you see a 73 year old woman using a walker suddenly veer from a parking lot to a major roadway... have no fear. It is just me! I am being monitored and my self-driving knee will immediately change course and hopefully keep me safe! (Just a little more craziness!)
Keywords: knee replacement
Firstly, let me say it is good to hear that you are recovering and not having to use the walker now.
Secondly, you should not have told us your age. I was thinking that you were a few years younger than me, not a bit older!
Thirdly, really a knee with a GPS? It is bad enough that every other device we have tracks us, without doctors secretly putting a tracking device in our replacement parts.
I do hope that you will get out into your garden and have more to blog about in the near future.
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