…At what I hope will be an early-but-not-too-early hour, I’ll begin my journey into the land of the Dually Bionic Knees. It’s nearing time for my second TKR—total knee replacement (otherwise known as TKA—total knee arthroplasty).
My reason for writing this piece is to explain in advance what will probably be lapses in my twice-weekly (Wednesdays and Saturdays) posting schedule. Unlike some of my more diligent fellow bloggers, I don’t have much (translation: any) backlog of posts. I usually wait to see what grabs my interest a few days before.
One cheery thought about my life after recovery is that the next time I pass through airport security, I’ll be spared a repeat occurrence of my most recent pre-flight stop a couple of years ago.
As I stepped onto the platform, I told the woman whose quick judgment we were all depending upon for our lives that I have a left knee implant. “No; you don’t,” she said, firmly and indignantly. “You have a right knee implant.”
My efforts to enlighten her were fruitless. I left, hoping she’d been more alert if any possible weapons or questionable contraband had surfaced amid scans of my fellow passengers.
The next time I take flight, which won’t be for a while, I’ll have simplified matters for tired/frenzied/confused security personnel. The explanation that “I have implants in both knees” should spare me from another pointless exchange with security personnel.
At least, that’s my hope. Nevertheless, if they still feel compelled to pat me down for that switchblade they’re sure is strapped to my inner knee, so be it.
After all, I’m now a confessed money launderer; my photo may be on prominent display in an airport back room somewhere. There’s just no telling…
(Note to any National Security Agency folks excited that their Google key word search may have hit pay dirt: this is a frail attempt at humor by a woman with an overzealous superego. I’m boringly harmless. And yes, “pay dirt” is a bad pun; I confess to that too.)
But I digress.
I know that a rough recuperative period lies ahead. I’m hoping it won’t be as bad as the last surgery six years ago, when an icy winter made it nearly impossible for me to venture outside. Now, it will simply be the summer’s heat that makes it nearly impossible for me to venture outside.
As I’d wondered in retrospect whether my lengthy pain period back then was due to my failure to apply ice often enough or to move around enough, I’m determined to excel at both tasks this time. (Apparently, lolling in an opioid-induced haze does not facilitate the hard work needed for rehab.)
The first two weeks post-op will be spent at home with frequent ice packs and lots of stretching exercises so that I can get close to normal in both bending and straightening my knee. I have my choice whether to have physical therapy (PT) virtually with the hospital team or in person with someone who’ll come to my home.
After two weeks, I’ll be in outpatient PT for several months to more aggressively build up the knee.
I want to stress that I’m not looking for sympathy. With the surgeon’s steady hands, a reliable robotic device as his chief assistant, and some luck, I’ll eventually be in better shape than I am today.
Before long, I expect to be kickin’ up my heels–at least figuratively.
One of my English blogging friends wrote recently that in the UK, the wait for knee replacement surgery is two to five years.
I don’t for a minute take for granted my access to excellent and timely medical care. I wish it were universally available—just as fervently as I wish everyone who’s ailing could look forward to good results after treatment.
I do know that for a while, it will be tough for me to sit in one place for long. Hence this explanatory notice to you.
Incidentally, I’ve been so involved researching and writing my posts and enjoying yours that I somehow missed observing the three-year blogginversary of annieasksyou.
This seems to be a good time to note that when I started this effort, I had no idea how much joy I’d find in the blogosphere. I treasure you, my blogging friends. I learn from you; I’m inspired by you. You expand my world.
And I’m always delighted to see that I’m reaching people from many different countries. As I’ve written before, I just wish I could read the work of those of you whose first language I don’t understand as you’ve written it.
As I’ve also written before, thanks to all of you, I am one happy blogger!
Annie (soon to be TKA—The Kickin’ Annie)