Total Knee Replacement: The Saga Begins
Okeedokee, after being told a decade ago I probably needed (resisted urge to spell that kneaded) to have my left knee totally replaced, I’m doing it, with the help of Dr. Patton.
I was fifty when I had the first prognosis from Dr. Patton so getting a total knee replacement seemed stupid.
Actually I was told many many decades ago that I would probably have a “highly arthritic” knee as the result of a car wreck.
Which reminds me of a clever word play my Mother told be.
Bruises hurt, Erased afford. Erector, anaylsis too. Infectious dead. (Click to translate.)
She taught me this probably at the same time she taught me the lyrics to Mairzy Doats – on a very long road trip:
Total knee replacements didn’t even exist back then. My option then would have been a peg leg. Which of course, is way cooler. I would like a peg leg, wooden shoe?
I put off the knee replacement surgery by getting injected with some junk made out of cock’s comb for years.
It’s what the bone cutter recommended. (Little did he know my high ratio of pain to dollars.) He told me that I should put off the surgery as long as possible because if I had it done five years ago and lived until 116, I probably would have to have it done again. The longer I can keep the old joint and not suffer, the better off I would be.
But no more. Knee pain is keeping me from my precious sleep. Well that, and a dog that thinks I’m it’s leaning post, and another one that recently decided a midnight pee is desirable.
I will go under the knife soon and my old joint will be replaced with a new one. Gotta be a marijuana joke there someplace… comment if you have one.
I pondered the surgery and wondered aloud, “if you can have a baby with just a spinal block, why can’t I have my knee replaced with a spinal block?”
Nancy gave a cogent answer, which is rare with all the drugs she is ingesting lately.
“Do you really want to hear them fire up the bone saw?”
And now… the words every blog reader hates to read: I’ll keep you posted on my surgery.
Good luck. My FIL had a knee replaced last year, and the surgery didn’t seem too bad. He wasn’t as diligent with the rehab as he needed to be, but that’s his fault, not the surgeon’s. DO THE REHAB.
.-= Brian´s last blog pithIt’s Only A Recession If You’re Poor =-.
You can do it Sixty! BTW: Are they gonna let you keep the old one?
@Brian: thanks, I’ve heard from others that rehab is a bitch.
@TopDog: I was told no, it is considered hazardous waste!!! I wanted to recycle!
For once I’m at a loss for a pot joke. Good luck with the knee thing though.
.-= Gretchen´s last blog pithA Day In The Life. =-.
@Gretchen: I am shocked, nay flabbergasted.
Don’t forget to take pictures–or have one of the surgeon’s assistants do it during the operation. Then you can post them here and/or Facebook. I’m sure all your readers can’t wait to see them.
Then again….maybe not.
Glad you decided to go for it and remember what Brian said: Do the rehab. Good luck buddy!
.-= Kirk M´s last blog pithAutumn colors around town =-.
@Kirk: pictures? I’m thinking live webcast!
Live webcast? Cool!. Reminds me of the days when I used to work 2nd shift and coming home to watch the Live Surgery channel while eating warmed up spaghetti at 3 in the morning.
I’m amazed how easy it was to write that. Hmmph, must mean something but I’ll be damned to know what it is.
You might try aquatic therapy for part of the rehab. It’s much less painful and I’m sure you’d look great in a swim cap.
.-= Catch Her in the Wry´s last blog pithWhy one needs to be specific when explaining things to a child =-.
@Kirk: now that is just weird, I don’t care how long you spent in a submarine!
@Catch Her in the Wry: I like the way you think! We have a hot tub! Perfect weather too. And Nancy bought me a little tinkly bell from Taos too. OMG, why did I wait?