A Hammers and Chisels and Knees: Oh My! MMP (With Bonus Kitty Goodness!)

As most of you are aware, I got myself a brand-new bionic BioMet knee last Monday. Even though I’m not a morning person, I did think a reporting time to the hospital of 1:50 p.m. was a bit much, so Lapin Blanc** and I were our usual obsessively early selves. As it turns out, we got to go in early because the person ahead of me got their surgery postponed because of a pimple on their knee. Apparently they weren’t kidding when they said my knee had to be completely un-nicked and unscathed!

The anesthesiologist offered me a whole smorgasbord of choices, and I picked a combination of a spinal and epidural morphine. Which I enjoyed during surgery, since I was able at one point to wake up a bit and hear the sawing and hammering and whatnot that was going on (as the anesthesiologist had warned me would happen – but the annoying man put me right back out before I could really figure out where in the surgery we were, darn him!), I regretted it all night since because of this particular variety of long-acting morphine, which they’ve only been using a couple weeks, I had to sleep with not only an IV with fluids and antibiotics, my blood gathered during surgery being washed and returned by another IV, and a Foley catheter, but also a finger pulse monitor, several heart leads, and a blood pressure cuff that went off automatically every 20 minutes all night long. I was a thing of beauty indeed!

Starting the next morning and every morning thereafter, they would come and pry me out of bed at 6:30. After waking me up regularly through the night to take various vitals, draw blood, etc., ruining what little sleep I was able to get. And why would they get me up at 6:30? To sit in a chair! They wouldn’t even bring me coffee or breakfast for an hour, the bastiges! Then at 8:30 we’d go down to the main PT room for group physical therapy, which they cutely called Joint Camp (I need that pukey smiley, damn it!), and be assisted by our family member, cutely called our coach, through our therapy. Which took nearly two hours to start with (I’m down to just under an hour now, plus 20 minutes icing). We’d repeat this at 12:30 p.m. So it was nearly four hours a day of excruciating PT starting less than 12 hours after major surgery. What idiot dreamed up THIS program? They’d give us good drugs, but I learned that good drugs don’t do you any good if you do painful enough exercise to overcome their beneficial effects. It’s only a week later than I’m finally starting to be able to do a couple of the worst exercises without excruciating pain – I’d say it’s down to agonizing now. Lucky me. :dubious: We’d have volunteers in there who’d gotten new joints who assured us that it really works and we’ll soon have pain-free functional knees, but I’m at the point where (a) I’ll believe it ONLY when it happens to me, and (b) I want it to happen NOW!!

Anyway, other than getting permission to use crutches rather than a walker because our dogs already know to give me a wide berth on crutches, not much else happened in the hospital. Except the one day I was a BAD GIRL – I had the nerve to lie down in the middle of the afternoon after the second therapy session and before I had to take my four (!!) 500-yard (!!!) walks that evening and try to rest for an hour! How could I break the rules so egregiously? Yeah, right, whatever. I didn’t get up till I was ready anyway. :smiley:

After a couple of days, my incision started looking pretty good. This is my view of the incision, and (Warning: Gross Photo Ahead!) this is Lapin Blanc’s view. Even after a week, it’s still really swollen; here’s a shot (wearing my beautiful white surgical stockings, lucky me) of my two knees showing the difference between the two knees. All I can say is I sure hope the swelling settles down pretty soon; I am sick of it! The staples won’t come out till, at the earliest, my next doctor visit on the 13th. And I can’t shower till the incision stops seeping. Right now it’s only seeping about 1/4 tsp of pale yellow clear goo a day, which ain’t much, but it’s still enough that I can’t take a shower. stomps foot I WANT a shower NOW, dammit!

At this point, I’m told it’ll be another week or so before my therapy stops hurting so darned much (the home variety, that is – the professional variety is gonna stop hurting tomorrow Or. Else.), and then I should make much more rapid progress. In the meantime, I have a therapy cat – Emily sits on a pillow next to me every time I do my therapy and lets me pet her through the most painful exercises. She’s very sweet and happy to do it, and obviously does it because she loves me so much, but she’s not real fondof getting her picture taken. (Yeah, this was an excuse to take lots of photos of Emily. So sue me!)

If you’ve read this far and seen the pictures of my incision without tossing your cookies, my congratulations. If anyone has a magic wand they can lend me to wave and make it all better immediately, that would be even better, obviously! At this point I’m still not sure I’m glad I did this whole thing, although when I’m able to walk a mile without pain, I just might. Since we’re going to New Orleans in April for the French Quarter Festival, walking would definitely be useful!

So that’s the tale of how I changed from Mama Tigs to Bionic Tigs. Rosie, you’re next for the Bionic Knee Club!

**I’m upgrading Palebunny’s nick to Lapin Blanc because she’s been such a super assistant, she deserves a better nick!

MamaTigs, those pics are traumatizing and awesome at the same time! I’m glad you’re okay now, and I hope the pain goes away ASAP.

Off to Scottish Darling’s place for a comforting cuppa. Night everyone!

I am not looking at your pics.

I’m glad you’re all bionic, but I am not looking at your pics.

Only the two views of the incision are gross. The rest are pretty mild. Especially the kitty pictures. :slight_smile:

They’re not that gross! Pics during surgery…now those would have been gross. Cool OP, Bionic Tigs!

GT

Those pics aren’t so bad. Of course, mom is a nurse(with her own bionic knee) and I used to watch surgery on Lifetime(Ooh! Cortex! Shiny!). That’s the first picture of you I have seen,BionicMom.

Staples. Yeah, we got that.

I was expecting pics of the surgery. I was relieved to find out that they weren’t.

What are those things on the incision: clamps? Do they clamp things instead of sewing them shut now?

Those knee joints in the catalogue are impressive. I expect to hear of you fitting a motor to your knees now and just puttering along through New Orleans. Of course, your non-bionic knee would need a bit of an exoskeleton to keep up.

<nitpick> It’s not a finger pulse, it’s a pulse oximeter (but nothing to do with your pulse–it measure the percentage of saturated hemoglobin in your blood–we like to see 95% and above on room air).<end nitpick> :wink:

I hope you had at least 3 heart leads on. And they really didn’t need to take your BP every 20 minutes–someone forgot to change the frequency on the monitor (we DO need to take it that often the first few hours post-op; actually we need to take it about every 15).

Of course they got you up to sit in a chair! Where else would you be going at that hour! Dancing? :eek:

Every day you are making strides–and sometimes you take two steps back and only one step forward (I am speaking metaphorically, of course!)…hang in there-it WILL get better…

Do you have a hand held shower thingy? You could wrap the knee in plastic and towels, sit on the edge of the tub, and get sprayed down by Your Helper. Just don’t get that knee or leg wet…. Just a thought.
Glad to hear you’re better. Keep at it-you can do it!

Daughter stopped a field hockey ball with her face today–her nose is not broken, but her proboscis is swollen, and black and blue. Oy…

Off to go to sleepp–I like that agenda.

Sorry for the double post, but I just saw this. Those are not clamps–they are quite literally, staples. But these are (or were) sterile staples, so don’t get any ideas…

I like taking staples out. I really do. I’m odd that way…

Great OP, BionicTigs! I wasn’t squicked out by the pictures, but rigs, ewwww! That gave me chills. I bet rosie can’t wait for her turn now.

I’m not looking either! Congrats on your new bionic knee. I hope you can take a shower soon.

Hell, yeah, I’m next. But I won’t need to have someone with me 24/7 for the first few weeks, because I’ll be staying in an onsite rehab facility after the second surgery (which will be a week after the first one), and they won’t discharge me until they’re confident I can take care of myself.
I am going back to sleep now (I got home around 6:30pm and took a nice 5 hour nap). I will tell my tales in daylight (after I’ve edited the pics and decided on which ones I’ll share)

I figured I’d better pop in here now since I won’t be able to “see” you guys until tomorrow evening; and by then, most of you will be snoring away because you insist on being 3 hours early!

Anyway…

Bionic Tigs, seeing as how you’re all feisty like, I’d say you’re progressing just fine. I didn’t think the pictures were gross, but then again, I too, used to watch surgeries on the Discovery channels and stuff. I thought they were cool.

The kitchen was cleaned and my car was washed. Also some laundry got done; that’s about it. I’m seriously thinking about taking a day off from work and not telling the family so that I can stay home and just clean without interruptions.

Well, off to watch some TV.

Mamatigs, I’m skirting the edges of the OP with my hands over my eyes. I get squicked out easy. But I’m glad the surgery went well and I hope your recovery is quick.

rosie, you inspire me.
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Taters**, you’d take a day off to clean? Wow. I guess you can imagine what a mess my place is. Well, you’d probably not want to imagine.

I’m not looking at the staples pics but you must be the best-looking hospital patient I’ve ever seen. They usually look either terrified or like they got run over by an 18-wheeler.

The 13th is my birthday, I’ll send you extra good vibes (I’ll be 30-all).

Excellent OP, BionicTigs, and some great photos. I’m disappointed there weren’t any really squicky pics of the surgery though, I’d spent my morning journey into work psyching myself up for utter ickiness and then there wasn’t any!

Doggio, you’ll be pleased to know that due to the top quality of European beerverages, my head was fine all weekend despite my best efforts to induce an earth-shattering hangover. 'im indoors was very poorly on Saturday during the day so after getting to bed at 6.45am, I got up for a shower and left him snoring away at 11am when I went out for a bracing walk with a couple of friends.

The party on Saturday night was awesome, there were some costumes there that must have taken people the best part of the year to make. Mine was a re-use of the costumes we made a couple of years ago when the theme for the party was “Treasure Island” (this year it was “Carnival on the Seven Seas”) - my friend and I made five complete sets of outfits involving much cursing and gnashing of teeth. At that point, 'im indoors realised that if I mention the dreaded word “sewing”, he needs to find plenty of reason to be elsewhere and must ensure the house is well-stocked with red wine. It’s the only thing that gets me through.

Anyway, we partied until 6am then staggered back to the hotel for a change of clothes, a quick shower and just time to pack before we got back on the coach ready to leave at 10am. We went back to get the ferry from Calais, stopping off at the hypermarket at Pidou on the way, and were back at Dover mid-afternoon. After that, it was just the long drive back up to Birmingham, with only an hour’s delay for traffic on the M25 London Orbital CarPark. We had to stop at Oxford for the driver to take his scheduled 45-minute break, and finally made it back to the car at 8pm. An hour later we were back at Faerie Towers and an hour after that, I’d unpacked, put fresh sheets on the bed, had a bath and was tucked up for my snoozles.

Much beer and apple gin was involved in my weekend but no furry animals were harmed…and I appear to have booked a trip to Las Vegas in November. Ho hum.

For all you wusses who didn’t want to look, don’t sweat it. I can’t handle gross pictures and these weren’t bad at all. Or maybe I’m immune after FCD’s FrankenScar - staples don’t much bother me.

Glad the surgery and first part of recovery has gone well. I trust your darling daughter, all sweetness and light that she is, will keep you in line when you want to quit your exercises… :wink: And I know you’ll do what you’re supposed to do. I suspect once the major pains subside, she may have to rein you in, so remember not to overdo it!

I’ve often wondered if knee replacement has a genetic component. My maternal grandmother had both of hers done, and there are days I find it extremely uncomfortable to go up and down the stairs. This getting old thing is no fun!

I’m gonna join **MamaTigs ** in the patient ward today. I don’t think I had an uninterrupted hour of sleep last night and there’s no way I’d go to work in the zombie mode. Part was coughing, part was tummy ick, part was I-don’t-know-what. After I post this, I’m gonna crawl back under the covers and try to snooze. Maybe later I’ll get in gear and do some tidying around the house - this place is a wreck. But for now, I need rest.

Happy Monday, all!

T.G.I.M.

I’m off today, so I am doing nothing but laundry and grocery shopping. There is a fire weather watch today, so bobbio might be a little busy .

FCM, I hope knees aren’t genetic, I have that problem on both sides of my family.

BionicTigs I am shocked! Shocked I say! White stockings before Easter? :eek: One should never do that. They should be a nice purply Lenten color. The knee scar pictures were nuttin’. After the total shock of those white stockings, though, I may need to lie down. I’m feelin’ faint! I need a burly man to catch me.

Actually I was disappointed too. I was hopin’ for video of the surgery. Maybe they’ll let you video the removal of the staples? Tell 'em it’s for… scientific purposes. You belong to a message board where there’s this thread devoted to [del]TMI[/del] all manner of scientific and medical knowledge. Bet they’d let ya if you explain it like that.

Mornin’ all. Up and caffienating. Then off to the unemployment office for a bit. I also have several calls to make about possible jobs. Fun day.

Only if the forest fire starts after about 4:30 PM, when I get home from work. Until then, I’m outta state…

Tigs, I’ve seen worse up close and personal on VWife, and the trauma pictures in my EMT textbook make your knees look like kittens and rainbows. :eek:

Maddy has been gone 5 days now. It’s amazing how peaceful and stress-free the VunderLair is without her. No poop fairy, no fights, no terrified cats, and no chasing her after she decided to take a trip to Betsytown. Moral: Don’t get a French Bulldog until you know 150% of what you’re really getting into.