Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Kneed

Yep that's my knee


Friday the 13th went well for me. My dad took me to the surgical hospital for my knee. They got me in rather quickly so the anesthesiologist and I decided not to go with the pill to relax me. The other reasons are that I was rather relaxed plus I don’t wake up easily. I was wheeled to an operating room then put under. Waking up is always so odd. This time it was as if the world was getting bad reception. I wondered if I couldn’t move some rabbit ears around to stop the world from rolling. Not spinning rolling. The nurse fussed about injecting things into my IV as my dad sat next to me. I tried to stay quiet. At least I think I did. The man next to me was feeling no pain at all and found everything funny. The nurse rattled off the orders and they wheeled me to dad’s truck. Thank goodness that she gave us written orders because when my sister asked us we were clueless as to what we were to do and when.

I did have trouble keeping food down even liquids wanted out. My tummy wakes up slowly. On funny moment came when I was sure that I was going to throw up. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to make it to the bathroom on crutches and pain pills. My sister jumped up and rushed to the kitchen getting caught on her sweat pants and sliding. We had visions of her falling like a boy with a broken hip. I was horrified and stranded with a mouth full of (You get the picture). Dad yelled cup and I grabbed the one in front of me. My sister came limping in with a bowl and I finished. After making sure she was ok and brushing my teeth we all laughed. Can you imagine?
My son on a walker
Me on crutches
Her all broken
My dad can’t get too far that he doesn’t need to sit
Miss Littles would have to take care of us. Poor Miss Littles!
Thankfully sis was only a bit bruised

I spent a few days hanging with dad and sis as they took care of me and the kids. Love the dad and sis.

My knee isn’t as swollen today and I have cleaned it off.

The tumor was removed and has been downgraded to a cyst. The meniscus was cleaned up. Some arthritis removed
Something was tightened and something was loosened.
He moved my knee.
He told my dad that he moved my knee.
Ok did my knee need to be moved?
I had no idea that it was in the wrong place apparently I was living in the dark on that one.

Thanks to all who have kept us in prayer.

I’m hanging out and reading stuff so don’t be surprised if I show up with a comment.


9 comments:

pearlie said...

Get well soon!

laymond said...

Have a speedy recovery, God bless

Mark said...

I can think of some things that could have been moved around ;)

Missy said...

Ouch! I bet Miss Littles would take good care of y'all if she had to. Get better and give Dad & Sis a big hug for taken care of our friend.

Missy said...

Milly, my kids saw your "boo-boos" and reminded me that they do knee surgery on this website from school. Thought you might find it interesting. They said a prayer for you, too. Hope you're doing well!

Kansas Bob said...

Hoping you are healing well and peace is ruling the day.. and your home.

Blessings, Bob

Barbara(aka Layla) said...

You poor thing! I am glad that its over I hope you feel well soon

Milly said...

Thanks all.

I'm getting better. I'll be up and running soon.

DugALug said...

All I can say is ouch!

I'll be praying.

-Doug