Thought I'd put down my now foggy memories of the surgery yesterday.
Got there at 5:45 and was put into prep nearly immediately. Things were going swimmingly until they went to put in the IV. 5, yes friends I said FIVE, pokes later and two very distraught nurses who were in more of a panic than good ol' needle phobic me, and they got it in. I had a choice, panic or tease. I ended up having the three of us laughing the entire time to loosen the tension. They got good blood draws in 4 of the 5, one vein collapsed on them (the 4th try). Two in the back of my hand, and one on my wrist near my thumb all caused problems because they either ran into a valve too soon or it bent at a weird angle and they couldn't thread the length of the IV line in. That was on my right arm. They finally went to my left arm (couldn't do the wrist or back of the hand due to my wrist surgery scars). They got a good vein on the outer edge of my forearm. The nurses thanked me for understanding and not panicking and making it worse. I truly believe it wasn't because they were incompetent or inexperienced...they really took their time trying to find the right veins to use, I just wasn't cooperating.
Everything else went swimmingly and I managed to get in the best 75 minute nap from general anesthesia. The anesthesiologist was amazing. Imagine someone with the polar opposite personality of House. He smiled and kept telling me what great care he was going to take of me. After the surgery, Brian noticed some blotchy dark spots by my eye that looked like I was getting a black eye. He asked to speak to Dr. Bandy and he came in and explained about how the mask can do that and how it's temporary and just more obvious because of how pale I was (I was dizzy and woozy). He kept putting a reassuring hand on my leg and even told me to look away for a moment when he stage whispered to Brian that I got a little surly and he was sorry he left a mark. It made us all giggle.
I am on 750mg of Vicodin (1 to 2 every 4 hours) for pain management. I'm on crutches today, but Brian saw how horrible I am at maneuvering on them that he went out and bought me a very pretty deep red cane that I can use until I can put my full weight on my knee which should be by the weekend. For now, I've got my knee elevated and iced for the next 24 hours and then I just need to ice it for a few hours every day until I see him on the 12th. I have a really great ace bandage with velcro keeping the dressing in place and I can't shower until Friday. That means I'm negotiating sponge baths with Brian. Since the opiate derivative drugs make me frisky, this could be fun for us both.
Besides repairing the torn meniscus, Dr. Dyball smoothed out the areas he could see were pre-arthritic so that they wouldn't wear down the knee where it was rough and starting to mar the joint. And that's the main reason it will be a little longer than a 3 day recovery. I expect to be up and about better by the weekend and a full recovery in about 2 months. He didn't repair the meniscus, he trimmed back the tear. That's a quicker recovery time.
Brian likes Dr. Dyball because he sat with him after the surgery and brought pictures and explained all he did. I have had 2 surgeries at Beaumont and 3 at Genesis. If I have the choice, I won't go back to Beaumont. At Genesis I feel like I'm treated like a celebrity. Everything there is just so top notch and compassionate.
I had some very good phone calls from folks yesterday that made me feel extraordinarily loved. Jen sent me the most lovely pine frond and tulip bouquet I've ever seen. Brian has me pampered wonderfully. Yesterday he propped me up in bed, with water, cranberry juice, drugs and chocolates. I had the third book in the Twilight series, digital adult alternative music, flannel sheets, a feather blanket and the space heater. With the flowers on the dresser reflected in the mirrors, it looked like I had a roomful of pretty!