Some of my details are kind of fuzzy as I had my procedure on Jan 12 but I will do the best I can.
We (husband (DH) and my mother-in-law (MIL) had to be there before 7am. DH didn't look up where the Cedar Park Surgery Center was on the map the night before so we were all kind of freaking out when the GPS kept wanting us to get on the freeway that would take us away from the direction we needed to go. Turns out the GPS was right, it knew of a cut off we didn't.
I'm first in line, yay! The nurse has me go "do my thing" in a cup but I can't. I went and sat back in the waiting room because I saw no one when I exited the restroom. About 10 minutes later same nurse comes to get me I told her I didn't know what to do and we had a little laugh. This time I was able to "do my thing" and then they had me undress and get in a bed. (The nurses told me that once I did my thing I could have a pill to relax me and water to wash it down with! I was more excited about the water!)
I met about 5 people in 3 minutes and knew I'd never remember their names.
They were all so nice and funny and laughed at my jokes and we all seemed to get along. The anesthesiologist came back to see me and I swear he should have been a surfer he was so laid back. He informed me that I would have to have a femoral block despite my feeble protest. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I hate that paralyzing feeling once I get back home and trying to figure out how to get from the cart to the front dor. Oh well, not much I can do about it.
Next is marking my knee. They gave me the pen to mark my knee and I drew an arrow and a tic tac toe for my doctor. The nurses asked the head nurse if that was ok and she said it was. She said some people draw HUGE things and so they generally don't like it but mine was a little funny so they let me keep it. My doctor/surgeon came in and we played out the tic tac toe...it was a draw.
I asked what type of music my doctor was going to play in surgery and they didn't know. I know he likes 80s gangsta rap so I requested some NWA. This was a first I was told my one of the nurses.
In general I wasn't nervous and sort of knew what to expect b/c of my ACL revision surgery a couple of years agao. I was in a good mood and positive and the nurses liked that. They all came to hang out as much as they could before the procedure. We joked and basically just shot the breeze. It was nice.
Finally it was time. I was wheeled this way and that and when it looked like I was going to get wheeled in to a broom closet I found myself in a proper operating room. Met 3 new people whom I do not remember except they were all nice. The put a mask on me and asked me to take a few deep breaths and after breath 2 I was out.
--Several hours later I woke up. The partial knee replacement went so great that the company that makes the part asked to use my photos! The surgeon also found another hole in my knee and did something called an OATS procedure where he pulled a core bit of bone from one side and plugged it in to the hole, so I got a 2 for 1. I was feeling no pain in part because of the femoral block.
A man came in and showed us how to use the CPM and I was fitted for a brace. After a couple of hours I was ready to go home. DH helped me get dressed and they wheeled me out to the car. The drive home was fine but I dreaded what was coming next. Once we got home I had to get out of the car and make it inside the house. I was so nervous! DH and my MIL helped me in and I plopped down on the stairs. Slowly, slowly I pulled myself up each chair by scooting on my butt and using upper body strength. I was crying mostly b/c of the anesthetic. Anesthetic does weird stuff to you.
We got me in to the bed and I fell asleep. We soon found out that while I was paralyzed I couldn't get up to use the bathroom. We tried a bedpan but it was unsuccessful. Even though we put puppy pee pads and towels under me I managed to make a mess. Pretty embarrassing. My MIL went to the store and bought me some adult diapers. I have to admit I've always wondered what it would be like to use them. Well now I know! They aren't bad but I did get some chafing from the drip they had put in my femoral artery. The drip was a pain medication ball that would eventually go down over the next 3 days. I hated that ball! It got in the way of everything!
My MIL is so wonderful. She changed my diapers (even put a little powder on me like a baby) and all we could do was laugh because it was such an awkward position for us both.
I camped out, had my computer, some magazines, my meds, my cold therapy machine, and all my dogs around me. DH and MIL switched out bringing me food. It did get tense b/c at one point I was in so much pain and I had to have my diaper changed. I couldn't turn over halfway w/out crying and my MIL called in my DH to help. He used a wrong tone and it set us all off arguing and crying. I was so upset I called my mom and my mom and my MIL talked. My MIL even asked me if I wanted to go home with her. DH was so mad! We finally figured out he was mad b/c he wasn't being asked to help more. So after everyone calmed down we all had a long long chat and worked it out.
After 3 days my MIL left and it was just DH and I. By that point I was able to shower (using a shower stool) and get around on crutches. I was still staying upstairs but that first shower felt so incredible! I had to wrap my leg in a black plastic bag (over the brace and over the wound wrapping b/c they could not get wet until the stitches came out)- I looked like I was wearing a leg warmer from the 80s!
The Cedar Park Surgery Center called me the day after surgery to check on me and they mentioned that I was one of the best patients they had b/c I was so positive. That made me feel good.
The week after the surgery I started physical therapy. I call my physical therapist The Punisher but he's really a great guy. He pushes you but that's his job. My scar tissue started to heal very quickly and that worried them. Although my flexion is increasing I still scream in agony and cry when he pushes my leg down to measure. I can't help it, it's the dang scar tissue. I can take (2) of the Hydrocodone 10mg and I still scream like a banshee.
So I go to PT twice a week and do lots of exercising at home to try and keep my leg from getting stiff. I have an appt with the doctor next Friday to see if they are going to have to do a manipulation or are going to let me try and work it out in PT a little longer. Initially I was supposed to be off work for 4 weeks but that has been extended indefinitely.
As of right now I can walk w/out the crutches but am still on the brace at 0 degrees flexion. Not cleared for driving yet. All 3 of my dogs LOVE it that I'm at home and hang out with me all day. My husband is driving me around as he doesn't have a job at the moment. He's been in a unique situation where he hasn't had to work for the past 20 years so he's been able to concentrate on his music. A year ago he decided to teach himself classical piano and has worked very hard and is really good (I'm not just saying that b/c I'm his wife). I'm thankful he's not working and can drive me around as all of our family lives 3 hours away so we are basically on our own.
I believe that catches me up to speed but if I remember anything I'll add it later.