I am home, with my shiny new knee inside a whole lot of swelling and bruising and pain. Surgery was 4:00 Wednesday, and I was discharged 11:45 Thursday.
Fun fact: I thought the spinal was going to be the most unpleasant pre-op piece. It wasn't, it was the nerve blocks. Good gracious those sucked. But both allowed me to be totally numb below the waist, and to only have sedation to make me sleepy during the procedure, which I clarified MAKE ME ASLEEP PLEASE... I DO NOT WISH TO HEAR ANY POWER TOOLS. My wish was granted.
And so, I woke up completely lucid with no pain at all. And it lasted forever. JUST KIDDING! It was amazing to actually be able to read after surgery and to gradually become loopy from pain meds as my nerves woke up. Which they did. With a vengeance. The nerve blocks lasted the longest, and when I left I still had "Rubber Foot" as I coined it.
Imagine my surprise when as my nerves start lamenting what I've done to my body ON PURPOSE, I have to ask for more pain meds. I get put on 10 mg oxy every 3-4 hours, because it starts wearing off at 3 and then I become a purple, contracting, writhing mess. I go to PT and get my green light to go home. Still rubber foot. Progress when I can get my toes to uncurl and touch the floor.
So when they tell me at discharge that I will be sent home with enough to take 5-10 mg every 8 hours, my jaw drops. They say I can't take my current dose (which is finally controlling the pain) at home because I'm not monitored.
This is what that looks like when I can't take more and my nerve block is gone gone gone:
|My friend the walker with volunteer-made bag for essentials|
|A happier picture of me post-first-shower. Clearly feeling alright here.|