I have had many surgeries in the past, but the knee surgery I had in May is by far the worst surgery that I have undergone. I went to the doctor because my knee was hurting so bad, it was making me walk with a horrible limp. The doctor took x-rays and called for an MRI and decided to go in with arthroscopic surgery. When I woke up from the surgery, my husband told me that my knee was worse than expected and the doctor was not able to fix my knee without major surgery. That was not what I wanted to hear when I woke up! The worst thing about this was that my knee was worse after the surgery and my knee cap began slipping out of place at least 4 times a day. Then I was stuck on crutches for 3 weeks while I waited until I healed enough to go on with the major knee surgery.
The doctor said I was a unique case and I think he was excited that he would be the one able to do the “unique” operation. He said he had done 25 of these before and all of them had turned out successful. This wasn’t the magic number I was looking for, but at least I wasn’t his first or second “unique operation.” The time finally came for my surgery. The doctor was planning on breaking my leg, moving my knee down 3 centimeters and re-attaching it with 3 screws. I wasn’t excited about my upcoming surgery but I really didn’t have a choice. When the doctor came in to ask if I had any questions, I asked him if he could give me a catheter if at all possible. The nurses couldn’t believe I was asking for one, but I know that using a catheter can make things so much easier on you after having major surgery. One of the nurses told me that patients usually beg them not to give them a catheter if there is any way around it, but I knew I would be in the hospital for a few days with a broken leg and lots of pain. Why should I have to get up and go to the bathroom when I could just lay in my bed and rest?
Days later I found myself headed home on a walker, how embarrassing, but it could have been much worse! Five weeks later, I was able to use my crutches again and then a few weeks later, the doctor took my crutches and told me it was time to walk. I was so unstable and scared to walk around people for fear they would bump into me and I would fall. Now, three and a half months after surgery, I’m still slow, but I can walk on my own. You can find me in the gym working on the range of motion in my knee. I was told that I would have a 3-6 month recovery period, so in November, I hope you can catch me riding my bike on the trails with the kids.