Knee scope went well! I will not know exactly what they did down there until my post op appointment on February 14th. But I'm assuming all that was going on was a plica, because if there was anything more serious, they would have given me different recovery instructions after the surgery. I know, it stinks I didn't get to talk to the doctor at all after the surgery, but you know those orthos... I bet he had 10 more surgeries to do that day. Lucky for me, I was first, so he was bright eyed and bushy-tailed!!!!
Here is the quick and dirty break down of the day, with a few notes...
4:00am - Woke up, couldn't fall back asleep.
4:30am - Got out of bed. Showered and shaved so I had nice smooth legs for the doctors and nurses! I'm nice like that.
5:30am - Arrival at Holy Spirit Hospital for check in.
6:10am - Got set up in my own private pre-op room. My nurse, Diane was so sweet. She asked me if I was a college student. Love her! Got blood taken and an IV was administered.
7:10am - The Anesthesiologist (WOW CAN I JUST TELL YOU I SPELLED THAT RIGHT ON THE FIRST TRY AND IT WAS A TOTAL GUESS?!) came in for me to sign papers that basically stated that if I die, it's not his fault. The doctor came in to chat with me a bit.
7:20am - Some operating room assistants gave me my cocktail and wheeled me to the OR. Then they put an oxygen mask on me and that's the last thing I remember!
8:10am - I woke up in a recovery room. They said the operation was about a 1/2 hour long. I chatted with the nurses in there and then they wheeled me to my post op room. My knee hurt pretty bad, so they gave me pain meds and those worked like a charm!
9:45am - Momma picked me up to take me home! The hospital made me leave in a wheelchair, which was embarrassing. (How comes it took me 10 tries to spell "embarrassing" correctly but only 1 try for anesthesiologist???) Mom swung by Rite Aid and got my prescriptions for me.
10:15am - Home!!! My Grandma and Pappy picked my mom up and drove her back to the hospital to get her car. (She had to drive me home in my car because you can't drive after anesthesia.) My family is wonderful to me!
When I got home, Paul took very good care of me! I was so excited to eat. I was starving. I had oatmeal and cereal. Unfortunately, the anesthesia made me sick to the stomach and I spent the afternoon throwing up. It was so weird, I'd get reeeeally tired and a little "loopy" feeling. Then I'd get a huge wave of nausea and had to practically run to the bathroom. I ended up falling asleep at 2:30pm and woke up at 5:30pm. My stomach felt a lot better then, so that was good!
My knee didn't feel good though. I didn't want to keep taking Vicodin because that stuff makes my stomach feel weird, makes me real tired, a little anxious, and constipates me. I broke down and took some though when the pain got pretty bad. For some reason, the Vicodin didn't even help the pain that much! In fact, I am editing this post at 2:38am because I tried sleeping, but my knee was pulsating and it just wasn't working. I just broke down and took two more pills. Maybe they will work this time?
I think one of the reasons my knee hurts is that I have been unable to properly ice it. I have quite the dressing on my knee that I'm not supposed to take off until tomorrow... yet I am supposed to ice my knee every half hour. How? The ice pack is not cold enough to go through all the dressings. I am contemplating just taking it off now. I mean, it's almost morning!
Okay I'll stop complaining. This is all so I can run and lift and jump PAIN FREE again so it is all going to be WORTH IT.
A few pics for your viewing pleasure...
I love the cute yellow hospital socks they gave me. I still have them on!
I can take the dressing off tomorrow to shower and ice.
Finally got to eat! Luckily I had an early surgery, but I can't imagine
if it wasn't until later in the day. I would have been sick hungry.
I don't know about you, but after I throw up and I start to feel better, I get
very specific cravings for food that will sit well with me. Tonight, the only
thing that sounded good to me was Arby's!!! (I never ever eat fast food so this was FUN!!!)
I ate it all, easily.
Jelly took care of me that night! That is, after I ditched the crutches. He was so
scared of them that he hid under the bed. Paul said, "Jellyyyyyyyyy it's just
mommy with metal legs!"
I am sure you are wondering about recovery time. The doctor said I should do what my knee can handle. If it hurts or aches, don't do it. I asked if I should do nothing other than walking until I see him for my post op in two weeks. He said no, that if my knee was feeling good in a few days, I could do light cardio. "Don't hop right on the treadmill!" he told me. I didn't plan to do that, but it was comforting to know that he envisioned me doing something light in less than a week, so that is a good sign!
So that was my day!! Thanks for stopping by to hear how everything went. Your messages of support and encouragement mean a lot.
Tune in tomorrow... I will tell you about my pre-surgery run. Hehehe...
Have you ever had surgery? Did the anesthesia make you sick?
Are your pets scared of anything ridiculous?