Mercy

I am having a nervous night. Tomorrow I will be seeing my orthopedic doctor, and I need to beg him to fix my knee.  I am unaccustomed to requiring medical treatment, and I have never spent a night in the hospital that did not involve childbirth.  I have had numerous Xrays, two MRI's and an arthroscopy.  The diagnosis is certain:  severe deterioration of the knee, no cartilage whatsoever.  I believe it is related to my severe pigeon-toed leg, but cause does not concern an orthopedic surgeon.  They only treat the present mess.  I have rehabbed to no effect.  I have gained 20 pounds in my enforced indolence.  Watching my younger brother get 3 grafts in his heart drove home the fact that I need to get moving.  I find myself going upstairs like a monkey- with weight on my hands and feet to spread the pressure.   That is a regression that spells "enough" for me.  It is not a good look. 

There are hoops that insurance and doctors make you go through, and I have been seal-like in my compliance.  But now the rest of me is deteriorating with the lack of weight bearing exercise, and the ridiculous compensations that I make.  My tail bone is always bruised from the action of getting up from a chair.  My left leg- the affected one- has become a peg leg, always locked at the knee.  My new gait is affecting every part of my spine and hips.  I have to wake up and stabilize my knee to roll over.  I really think it is time.  

The worst part of this mess is that I am getting housebound.  The prospect of walking any distance deters me from leaving the house.  I have not been to a mall since before Christmas- I guess Steve would think that is a good thing.  But grocery shopping finds me using the cart as a walker- and that is not my supermarket sweep style.  
I have invested in every kind of brace, and some of them help.  Steve's bathroom counter now hosts my mini microwave, where I heat my gel packs.  I think that accommodation will end when he returns from Florida.  So I have no choice but to get this silly thing fixed.
This is the year that my sister and friends schedule a trip, and I refuse to stay home.  So on April 1, I will pack every supportive device into a bag and sally forth to a river cruise in Amsterdam and Holland.  We will glide past windmills and tulips- but I also intend to keep up with the girls when they hit museums and shops.  It will take a fine cocktail of elastic and anti-inflammatories, with a nightly dose of wine- but I plan to give my old knee a workout.  When I return, I am hopeful that a titanium replacement will have my name on it. I have too much road in front of me to hobble and crawl.  Plus, the sensible shoes are getting me down. I would like to dance at Mike's wedding in something non-orthopedic.  
If my doctor does not wish to sharpen his scalpel, I will have to get a new doctor.  Because God help me- I am getting a new knee.  I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow.

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  • Where do the Chicago Bears go to get their new parts? I am your connection to Chinese medicine, if you want to go that route.

  • Janet,
    You have withstood more than most, that's for sure! At this stage, I don't think it's asking too much to be pain free and happy! YOU deserve to be active and productive!
    Good Luck!!!

  • get this woman a new knee!

  • I had my knee replaced at the young age of 49. It was the best decision of my life! I blew it out doing yoga, because that's supposed to be good for people with arthritis. I loved my surgeon, so if you want a name, contact me. He told me, "good news is I will feel like a new person, bad news is I will live long enough to have to have it redone!" We went on a Med. cruise this summer and 8 months after the surgery, I climbed 540 steps up to the top of St. Peter's Basilica. Push to have it done or get a new doctor. No one should have to live in pain.

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