“You’re going to Love it!” “You will be so happy you had it done.” You’ll do great! Just make sure you do the rehab.”
These were the main responses received when I announced that I was having a full knee replacement late December of 2018. I was excited to get so much support from friends and colleagues, but the best advice by far was: “Make sure you do the rehab.”
To be honest, I never wanted to have this or any surgery. I don’t consider myself to be a good patient and even had one doctor tell me that a while back. But, my quality of life was beginning to go downhill because of my right knee. Teaching, going up and down stairs, standing up after sitting were becoming challenging and downright painful. My grandson even noticed once when I was playing with him and asked, “Zma, why do you run so funny?” Also, the impingements were not only painful, but also embarrassing, especially when I was teaching my Yoga class at El Camino College. Nothing like having your leg lock on you when you’re in the middle of a pose in front of your students.
Trust me, I tried almost everything to avoid major surgery including creams, supplements, injections, arthroscopic procedures and even stem cells. I thought for sure the stem cells would work since I really do believe in their potential, but when they were injected into my knee, they must have thought they were in hell, and my knee swelled up to twice the size. I think my knee might have killed them.
So, my orthopedic surgeon finally said I was ready and gave me a referral to a doctor that specializes in knee replacements. I had to wait two months to get an appointment and another three months for the surgery, but if I was going to have this done, I wanted to make sure I had a good doctor.
Surgery went well according to my doctor. All that was left was for me to recover and do the rehab. When I woke up I immediately knew that my work was cut out for me. Even though I wasn’t in pain, I was hooked up to an IV, a nerve block, a drain, an ice machine and nurses would come in all the time to “check” on me, do vitals, give me meds, etc. I didn’t Sleep for two days. I thought things would be better when I went home, but that is when I really started to learn some important lessons. As a former athlete, coach, and teacher, I always worked extra hard and went full force to achieve my goals, but now, as I recovered, I needed to finally learn a virtue I have never possessed. And that is PATIENCE.
My home routine for the first three weeks was structured and slow. I had a machine that moved my knee through flexion and extension, which wasn’t too painful, but I had to be on it for six hours a day. I also had to ice when I wasn’t moving or on the machine. I never liked to ice before, but because of the consistent pain, ice became my new best friend. I also came home with pain meds, which I did not want to take, but did so in order to get through the rehab. I tapered off, but did so slowly. I had a DPT who came to the house and helped with rehab. He understood my personality, which I appreciated, and also kept me from trying to do too much. I wanted to improve, not screw everything up.
Besides the value of patience, I also learned some other lessons.
Okay coach!
So as I moved along the road to recovery I was reminded to be thankful for the amazing people in my life who really care about me, including my dad, who is ninety -seven years old and called every night to check on me. He always gave me a free advice and his latest was to take “baby steps” toward recovery. Also, now more than ever, I will give thanks for my health and take better care of my body. It’s lasted for over seventy years , and it’s about time I started to appreciate it. I spent too many years beating up my poor knee with all the sports and activities and never really listened when it started to give me messages to slow down. Well, here’s to my new knee. I promise I will take better care of you and thanks for teaching me the value of patience. I needed to learn that.
