When you think about it, the
human body is truly amazing. We can treat it badly, but it still attempts to
heal itself. And it can!
On May 5, I woke up with
pain in my knee. At the time, I didn’t remember doing anything to injure it,
but I figured since I’d been quite busy preparing for a big party, I’d probably
tweaked it.
During the next week, the pain grew. I tried ‘doctoring’
it myself, but it just got worse. I stopped taking my long walks so as not to
further injure the joint. After several weeks, I finally gave up and went to
the doctor.
The first X-ray showed arthritis, but the MRI showed two
tears in the meniscus and a Baker’s cyst in addition to the arthritis. However, the cartilage and tendons were intact as was the ACL. Huge blessings.
Between the x-ray and the
MRI, my doctor prescribed physical therapy. It didn’t help.
Since the pain was growing
worse, and I was no longer able to sleep through the night, I scheduled
surgery.
We were planning our 50th
anniversary celebration for September 5, so I had to work the surgery around
that date. I finally scheduled it for August 6, a month before our party. I naïvely
assumed I’d be fully healed by the big day. Not so.
This was my first major surgery.
Others who have had the same kind assured me it was a ‘piece of cake.’ What I didn’t
realize was that these folks had experienced many surgeries in their lives.
Given the context, this probably was easy—for them!
It took me a couple of weeks
to recover from the anesthesia. I’d sit at my computer and stare at the screen.
I had several editing jobs to finish, but I just couldn’t concentrate for any length
of time. Since I am usually able to focus in on my work, I felt very disconcerted
and confused.
Since I still wasn’t
sleeping comfortably at night, I began to drop off on the sofa several times a
day.
The pain in my knee
continued, despite elevating and icing. I saved the painkillers for nighttime,
and they began to allow some drugged sleep, but I was still walking gingerly,
icing, elevating, and hoping the pain would go away.
Can you say, ‘unrealistic
expectations’? Even though the doctor had said it might be three months or more
for complete healing, I thought I’d be one of those who bounced right back. Not
so.
I managed to get through the
anniversary party okay, but my knee still ached.
Three days after our big
bash, I caught what I thought was a cold, but I now believe was a bad case of
the flu. Not only did I feel terrible, but the pain in my knee felt worse.
The doctor called in a
prescription for antibiotics, but the illness persisted.
A couple of weeks ago, I was
so discouraged, I sat down to talk to a good friend who is a nurse. She has
also had several knee surgeries, including replacement. What a helpful
conversation.
She pointed out that
recovery time depends on lots of factors, including the extent of the work
done, personal healing time, stresses, immunity, etc.
My surgery had been scheduled
for one hour, but took over half again as long. I was also under the stress of
planning and carrying out a big party. Larry had surgery two days before the
party for a basal cell carcinoma, and I was worried about him. (He, too, has
had little surgery in his life.) By the time I talked to my friend, Larry had
developed an infection at the site of the surgery. So no stress at all!
I finally went to the doctor
again, and she gave me three prescriptions: another round of antibiotics, cough
meds, and steroids. I have been trying to avoid using steroids for the knee
pain, but this time, I agreed.
What a difference a few days
has made! The flu (or whatever) symptoms are finally diminishing. The cough is
lessening. And for the first time since May, I can walk at my normal pace and climb
up and down stairs without pain!
I am so grateful for
medicine for discovering all the great treatments and drugs which allow our
bodies to heal. But the major miracle is that they do it at all. I finally feel
back to about 90% of normal and can foresee the percentage increasing as the
days pass.
Isn’t the body’s ability to
heal wonderful?
You certainly went through a trial. I hate it when I'm sick, so I know how you felt. When I broke my ankle I found it impossible to write.
ReplyDeleteYes, it's nearly impossible to concentrate when in pain. So grateful to feel back to near-normal!
DeleteI'm glad you're on the mend, Lorna, after your long ordeal. I'm sick for the first time in my life. I'm okay right now, but know I'll be feeling worse before I'm cured. Thank God I'm receiving wonderful medical care and have my loving boy friend and dear friends to help me during this difficult time. I worry about sick people who don't have an advocate or people who care.
ReplyDeleteI have been praying or your recovery. I agree with you. The support of the people around you is invaluable!
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