After a long run of successful procrastination, tomorrow I will be rolled into the operating room at a nearby hospital. There, the bones in my left leg will be sawed in two places and a new, manmade knee will be installed. As they say, been there, done that…seven years ago when the knee in my right leg was replaced. That didn’t go so well at the time, hence my seven-year stall in getting the left leg done.
I tempted fate twice in that seven-year period with visits to the surgeon, each time the awaiting joint showing increased signs of rebellion. But each time I talked myself out of proceeding out of fear of “what happened last time.” The first operation was met with a strong, hostile reaction on behalf of just about every element of my right leg—muscles, bones, blood vessels, tissue, skin—everything EXCEPT the knee itself. I had an unusual recovery that took the right knee replacement well over two years before I was able to strut pain free. The left leg hurt, but not as badly as its post-op partner.
So I guess it is natural that I feel a little anxious about this second operation. The doctor is optimistic that, like love, knee replacement is better the second time around. He has some new robotics that make the process a lot simpler and, supposedly, less painful. He also told me he will perform some nerve block procedures that will do likewise. I am going into it with a positive attitude and a certain amount of faith that what the doctor says will happen, happens.
How soon I return here to tell you about the outcome of my adventure is anybody’s guess. I do recall the first few days after my first operation were quite challenging. I suppose posting my blog won’t be the first thing that comes to mind. But then, it could be sooner than I think …assuming I get a leg up.