Friday was my last per op PT session. I pulled my neck in my sleep ( slept on the remote control again) and my RA was flaring, so I wheeled in on my chariot ( wheelchair) and the session consisted mostly of pulling my chin towards my back - the double chin stretch. I had to increase my prednisone from 8 to 15 mg just to stop my arthritic flare. Since I was at the hospital I popped by the orthopedic clinic to tell the nurse to add the change to my file as prednisone increases the risk of infection. Earlier that day, stuck in bed, arthritis flaring and unable to get out of bed to urinate or get my medication which needs to be taken with food, I called my partner to whom I've been in break up/together limbo land to help me. I was crying because I could barely move. I asked him to get me a glass of water and he just stared at me and said "I'm tired I'm going to bed " .... He has done this before, so no surprises there, but I really needed help. He had made grand promises to get counseling and be a better partner but it didn't happen so I asked him to leave our home for the remainder of my recovery as his lying in the next room while I was Writhing in pain caused me great distress and anxiety. He agreed and left. I was still tired and still in pain and my eyes were a little puffy and red from crying when I arrived at the orthopedic clinic to tell them about the prednisone.
They had me see the orthopedic surgeon on-call. And before I saw him I saw some kind of resident. The resident looked at me with my puppy eyes in my wheelchair and asked me if I thought I was emotionally and psychologically ready to have the surgery and did I want to postpone it? For a brief second I wondered," am I emotionally strong enough to go through this? If I am sad about a break-up will it hinder my recovery? am I going to die on the operating table because I have fear? ".... Keep in mind I was very, very, very tired. So it took a minute for me to say "wait a minute! I'm just here to tell you I made a small, incremental increase in my prednisone which was okayed by my doctor. Postponing my surgery with knees as bad as mine and arthritis as bad as mine isn't going to change anything except maybe my muscles will waste further and I will get fatter."
Note to self: It is really easy to doubt oneself when one is tired.
Tomorrow is the night-before. And today, on the eve of the night-before I have made and frozen all my food, bought a comfortable slip on bra, bleached all of my sheets and doorknobs and readied ice packs and orthopaedic cushions.
Tomorrow I will hold my knees gently in my palms and tell them I love them. I'll say Thank You! Dear body part, I love you and am grateful for the good times - gardening, running, biking, falling down, getting up .... Love-making... and I will cry- good-cry, like, but not quite like loosing a pet - loosing a thing to gain memories. I personally believe losing one's knees is the only time a person will ever be truly grateful for them. And that is not such a bad insight.