I wasn’t thinking about the future when I thought the sunken great- room in my forever home was a great idea. Hint: looking for your golden years’ residence had better include mobility concerns.
Fortunately, since they scheduled my surgery for later in the day, there was no way they could discharge me then, so I (and my dear caregiver) got a reprieve. Day two found me flunking “steps.” I could walk with the walker (and significant pain, but so what) and manage everything but THE STEP.
Day three in the hospital arrived, and I went up and down one step. That meant I could go home, so my next lesson was getting into a car seat. I passed with flying colors.
What They Didn’t Tell Me
I think I’m pretty tough, so my discharge plan included my fellow nurse friend staying with me the first 48 hours, followed by another friend who would stay for a week. I thought by then I’d be fairly independent. Instead, my nurse friend stayed 4 days because walking with the walker was painful and that one step into the family room looked like a mountain. Besides, she didn’t want me to be alone at night.
To be fair, the surgeon also straightened muscles and ligaments that had gotten out of alignment over the years. Now my walk is straighter, but I think that’s why my rehab is a bit slower. There’s more of me to rehab!
I’d heard advice from friends about knee replacements. It will hurt. Do what they say. Glad I did it. So I dug in my heels and did those prescribed exercises, and by the end of the day, felt worse than I had in the morning. Was I overdoing? I called the surgeon’s office, and the nurse told me to “get out of boot camp,” which I gladly did for the rest of the evening. The next day, the PT therapist gently returned me to boot camp, and I have gotten over the hump as of this writing. Felt like I’d finally made some progress by day 12.
I loathe exercise. To run, walk, jump and otherwise contort myself for the sake of movement and muscle training feels like a waste of time. Since the exercises I like best are between my ears, I resent the time away from my computer, book, or sewing machine. By combining “activities of daily living” (ADLs) with walking, I get plenty of exercise and grow in independence. All that movement has a purpose, and that works for me.
By now, I’m safe at home by myself, but need help in other areas. Again, my friends are angels to the rescue. I realize I had the worst of my two knees done first, but I feel blindsided about how long it’s taken for me to reach this point. For sure, my next total knee replacement will include discharge to a rehab unit.
For some reason, my friends are in perfect agreement.
Oh, Sue! I wish I could be there to help, so glad you have nurses available! Luckily there were many SJH grads in Rochester. I watched my neighbor and good friend Floris undergo both of hers so I have a good clue what you are enduring right now!💝🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🌟
Not only nurses, but dear friends! I feel so blessed.
Glad you made it through! What hospital did you go to to have your surgery done? Blessings for continued healing and progress for the next surgery!
I went to Unity and has a positive experience. Thanks.
When I heard you were going to have your knee surgery, the first thing I thought of was your sunken family room! I was wondering how you would manage! Everything takes time and soon you will be doing things you did think you would do again!!
When I had my 2nd knee surgery, on day 3 when the PT came, he looked at one of the doors in the kitchen and asked where that went. I tried to ignore him, but realized what he was doing. He decided I was going to learn how to go up and down the basement steps! I gave him every excuse why it wasn’t a good idea but he was determined! I knew I wouldn’t get rid of him until he had his way with me!!! We ended up going down and I thought I would never see upstairs again! But he patiently took me up…one at a time till we got up. We ended up doing this 3 times! He was so encouraging! By the time he came back 2 days later, I was doing the steps alone like a pro!
Moral of the story… you can do it!!!
Sandy, you are so encouraging. It is amazing how PT folks can make us do stuff we could only imagine.
It’s a slog, but every little improvement makes my day.