I’ve known so many people my own age who have had shoulder surgery, knee surgery, etc. etc. etc. Up until now, I’ve been fortunate enough to have avoided this route, but when my doctor had tried everything to help heal my knee, ( I had 5 different shots in my knee, and PT) finally I was ready to have surgery.
Surgery scares the cannoli’s out of me– cutting you open, digging around, potentially cutting the wrong thing. Lots of horror stories from TV, and I had willingly accepted that it was my fate, after nothing else worked.
Going to a surgery consult was very different from visits with my regular sports medicine doctor. He had taken a quick look at my MRI, and told me that it was a bone marrow lesion that could be fixed by a procedure called “subchondroplasty.” What that essentially means is they would drill a tiny hole in my femur where the lesion is, and fill it with a bone cement that supports the bone while the lesion heals.
He asked me talk about this with my other doctor, who entirely agreed with his assessment. I made the appointment, and fought through all of the insurance rigamarole in order to get it done. Once I made it through the final hurdle, I sat in the Boulder Surgery Center, scared, but ready to get this done.
Greg sat with me as they gave me the IV, and my first round of calming meds. He waited until they rolled me into the OR, and then waited in the waiting room until I woke up. All I remember is being rolled into the OR, and asked to move from the bed to the operating table. The anesthesiologist rolled forward to stick my leg with a nerve block, which had been suggested by the surgeon…which I am so glad he suggested! It took two days for it to wear off, I’m sitting here on saturday evening, and it just wore off today– so hopefully I have avoided the most painful part!
I know that when i initially woke up from the anesthesia I asked where Greg was, they told me was waiting for me to wake up more. I said “okey” then fell back asleep for 45 mins, then woke up to Greg there with me. The nurse offered me water or ginger ale. For those of you who know me, I love ginger ale! They told me to take it easy, I took two tiny sips, but I wanted to guzzle. I was starving, thirsty, and Greg brought me a chocolate-chocolate chip cookie. Rather than take it easy, I took a big bite. Best. Food. Ever.
I know I don’t generally write about my personal life really, but Greg is just the greatest partner ever. My mom and dad were among the first to check on me, THANKS MOM AND DAD! I also have some amazing and wonderful friends who were checking on me and encouraging me. Thank you Sarah, Laura, Charlotte, Makayla, Kristin, and Tiffany- you are all wonderful friends.
In the meantime, I’ll catch up on posts from my last few adventures, maybe a read a book or 4.