By the time you read this, they’ll be wheeling me into surgery for “total arthroplasty;” a knee replacement, or as my husband fondly describes it: “Basically, they’re gonna saw your leg in half and then hammer it back together with plastic/metal parts.” Sounds about right. 15 years ago, two sets of doctors in two different states told me that I needed double knee replacements. So, I quit running, took up swimming and learned to navigate differently, like taking stairs sideways and employing ample use of the lob in my tennis game. Anything to avoid the scalpel!
As a result, I had more years on these knees than the medical profession deemed possible. They have jumped out of airplanes, ridden motorcycles, run thousands of miles, danced the Twist, tapped the Time Step, moonwalked, rocked babies, hiked the Grand Canyon, planted gardens and planked. They even marched me out to centerfield at 26 major league ball stadiums to sing the anthem. However, they are tired and who can blame them?
Now don’t get me wrong; I am absolutely terrified of all things medical. If there’s even a hypodermic needle on a TV show, I look away. So, I will not be waltzing into the hospital with a big smile on my face. Nope. Thanks to my stubbornness, I will now be limping in on crutches. The pain is so severe that I figure anything the doctor does has to be better than this. And aren’t I lucky? Imagine if I were this crippled back in the 50’s? I wouldn’t even have the option of replacing my knee!
I have dreaded this day for 15 years but now embrace it. I no longer can count on my knees to hold me up. Yesterday, as I hobbled into the gym, the left one gave out as it does suddenly and lurched me straight into a much older man walking with his wife. Terrified of falling, I gripped his upper body for dear life. He froze. Finally, I steadied myself and let go. He just stared at me without saying a word. “I’m so sorry,” I sputtered. “You’ll have to forgive me, this is how I meet men!” “Oh,” he smiled as if suddenly understanding, “Next time, I’ll be ready for you!” By then, of course, I do hope to have at least one, good leg to stand on. 🙂
Best of luck, and heal fast! I am now glad I was never athletic, especially when my daughters, who were, have more problems than I do. Do get homeopathic arnica pellets or tablets for the pain, 30 X or 30C is fine, Take freely just you don’t eat right after.
Yes, it’s high time for you to become bionic. It’s the new frontier-the only one you haven’t tried yet. Here’s to the new and improved Helen, a true Bionic Woman! Look out world!
Oh, Helen, I am so sorry that you had to have surgery. I’m sure you’ll work hard in P.T. and do well, and once you’re past the surgery you’ll be happy to have a knee that does not cause you pain. I had a knee replacement last January and my children call my knee “the step-knee!” Sending love and wishes for rapid healing. ❤️
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Thanku…I’m trying’….I know you know the drill….:)Wow! We were exactly a year apart!
What a fun post. I love the positive attitude. You go, girl. You’ve got this covered! Let me know how it goes.
Best of luck Helen, I had two hips replaced but no knees so far. I hope your rehab goes quickly and well.
Thanks bionic old guy! Aging isn’t for babies. 🙂