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I am alive and doing well! I apologize for not getting back here sooner.
My surgery to replace my left knee went very well last week Monday. The rest of that day and night, not so much. Exactly as I feared, they didn't coordinate with my pain management doctor and I was NOT getting enough pain meds to come close to keeping me from being in agony. I think my mom prayed the hardest but I know there were a LOT of prayers out there for me. By Tuesday, they got the pain management doctor that my surgeon usually uses involved and he upped the drugs for me. Yay! Finally, some relief. I know that I"m getting more drugs than most because the nurses looked at me like I was already an addict. For you medical types, I'm getting 30 mg of morphine sulfate ER every 8 hours and then 15 mg of oxycodone every 3 hours around the clock.
The problem switched to being one of trying to stay awake after the pain meds were increased. That's where I am right now. It can take me 45 minutes to think clearly enough to write down a time and planned time for drug taken and to be taken on my tracking list. I get just zonked. And then there are times, usually in the middle of the night, when I am awake. Like now! My days and nights are somewhat reversed.
Lucky the DIS keeps what you are typing for ahwile, just dozed off there again.
Anyway, my physical therapy is going well. I went today and they did massage of the hamstring which both hurt like double hockey sticks and then felt good at the same time. I am walking well with my cane. I can get my leg in and out of bed on my own. I can do the two stairs necessary to get in and out of the house. AND I can get into the car without screaming. Each day something gets to be a little easier to do so that is my encouragemet to keep going. Even just walking backwards was a challenge until yesterday!
Dynaguy is worth his weight in gold. He takes wonderful care of me and I try not to bug him for too much help, but it is amazing how many things we take for granted that we can do with two knees and can't with just one. His main job (other than feeding me) is to put this knee machine on and off of the bed/me several times each day. I thought it was a pretty cool machine and liked it until I found out from the therapist on Friday that I really needed to crank the degrees on it to bend my knee more. Now it is a little mini torture machine, but I use it because I have to. Douglas has been such a rock for me, I am blessed beyond belief. Even when I am snapping at him, he says it is just the pain and he loves me anyway. What a guy.
So, right now I have a left leg that is straighter and I think longer than my right leg. When I get my right knee replaced in December, I believe they will be even again and I may get some height back that I thought I lost. I'd always been 5'7" and then they started measuring me at 5'6" or so. I know I could be shrinking already from my age, but I also believe my bowlegs from the bad knees are part of the problem.
I'll try to be around more often with updates. The summary so far is that you all did wonderful and your prayers were answered. Thank you so much! When the nurses weren't listening to me a week ago, I know that God was listening and sent the one nurse who finally paid attention and got me the drugs I needed.
And if this post doesn't make sense when I read it again later on, I blame the drugs. I've been off on a few things with my mind just being like sludge.
Thanks again! All of you are great.
My surgery to replace my left knee went very well last week Monday. The rest of that day and night, not so much. Exactly as I feared, they didn't coordinate with my pain management doctor and I was NOT getting enough pain meds to come close to keeping me from being in agony. I think my mom prayed the hardest but I know there were a LOT of prayers out there for me. By Tuesday, they got the pain management doctor that my surgeon usually uses involved and he upped the drugs for me. Yay! Finally, some relief. I know that I"m getting more drugs than most because the nurses looked at me like I was already an addict. For you medical types, I'm getting 30 mg of morphine sulfate ER every 8 hours and then 15 mg of oxycodone every 3 hours around the clock.
The problem switched to being one of trying to stay awake after the pain meds were increased. That's where I am right now. It can take me 45 minutes to think clearly enough to write down a time and planned time for drug taken and to be taken on my tracking list. I get just zonked. And then there are times, usually in the middle of the night, when I am awake. Like now! My days and nights are somewhat reversed.
Lucky the DIS keeps what you are typing for ahwile, just dozed off there again.
Anyway, my physical therapy is going well. I went today and they did massage of the hamstring which both hurt like double hockey sticks and then felt good at the same time. I am walking well with my cane. I can get my leg in and out of bed on my own. I can do the two stairs necessary to get in and out of the house. AND I can get into the car without screaming. Each day something gets to be a little easier to do so that is my encouragemet to keep going. Even just walking backwards was a challenge until yesterday!
Dynaguy is worth his weight in gold. He takes wonderful care of me and I try not to bug him for too much help, but it is amazing how many things we take for granted that we can do with two knees and can't with just one. His main job (other than feeding me) is to put this knee machine on and off of the bed/me several times each day. I thought it was a pretty cool machine and liked it until I found out from the therapist on Friday that I really needed to crank the degrees on it to bend my knee more. Now it is a little mini torture machine, but I use it because I have to. Douglas has been such a rock for me, I am blessed beyond belief. Even when I am snapping at him, he says it is just the pain and he loves me anyway. What a guy.
So, right now I have a left leg that is straighter and I think longer than my right leg. When I get my right knee replaced in December, I believe they will be even again and I may get some height back that I thought I lost. I'd always been 5'7" and then they started measuring me at 5'6" or so. I know I could be shrinking already from my age, but I also believe my bowlegs from the bad knees are part of the problem.
I'll try to be around more often with updates. The summary so far is that you all did wonderful and your prayers were answered. Thank you so much! When the nurses weren't listening to me a week ago, I know that God was listening and sent the one nurse who finally paid attention and got me the drugs I needed.
And if this post doesn't make sense when I read it again later on, I blame the drugs. I've been off on a few things with my mind just being like sludge.
Thanks again! All of you are great.