Prior to my knee replacement, my surgeon told me at least three times that I would hate him for the first month after surgery. I don’t have a tendency to hate people so I thought this unlikely. True to my usual form, I do not hate my surgeon at all. I wasn’t crazy about how I felt the first few weeks, but I’m coming around.
It’s been four weeks since my total knee replacement. I’m walking slowly and carefully and without any assistive device, have been for three weeks. It’s no longer a huge process to get into the car. I don’t have to put the seat all the way back and ease my left leg in, then pull the seat forward in order to drive and then put the seat back once I arrive at a destination. It bends more than 90 degrees.
The steri strips are falling off the incision so I no longer look like I have a zipper knee. The incision is mostly healed and only looks a bit icky. Strength in my quad muscles is returning as I do my exercises each day. And today I was able to make a full pedal revolution on the recumbent bike. Then I pedaled for ten more minutes. This was huge for me.
Bottom line…the people who have encouraged me and told me there is light at the end of the tunnel were correct. It’s easy to lose that perspective when one isn’t sleeping well, one is in pain, or one is unable to do what was once an easy task. Patience is required. Persistence is required. Humility increases at an incredible rate. But only if you allow it and possess it. One needs to listen and absorb before one may make gains. Pride must be pushed aside temporarily. Stubbornness will slow any progress. Most of all, one must have the desire to overcome the challenges of this procedure. I’m very grateful that my experience has gone well thus far. I’m told I’m ahead of schedule whatever that means. I’ve done what I’ve been told, it’s as simple as that. As a diabetic it’s expected I will heal slowly. Thankfully it isn’t the case.
Though I know this is a long process to regain strength and mobility, I’m in it for the long haul. The early feedback is positive so it remains logical to press forward in a similar fashion. Sleep is still an issue, interrupted by my subconscious desire to change positions as I once did. The knee isn’t ready for much of that so it reminds me.
As for my surgeon, was he correct? No. I don’t hate him. I was brought up not to hate though I may feel that emotion toward a few. It’s a strong and destructive emotion, probably more destructive to the hater. Who needs that? I don’t.
Regardless of age-related unsightliness and remaining bruising, the gam is healing and doesn’t look horrible. Here’s to medical advancements that didn’t exist when I was a kid!