Re: La's new knees (recovery diary) Ready, Set, Home
Okay, so I want to finish up the in-hospital installment of this diary, so we can talk about home - that's where most of the fun happened.
By the end of Post Op Day 1, I'd regained feeling in my legs, gotten my catheter out and walked to the end of the hall an back, all prereqs for getting released from the hospital. I'd also had an epically bad experience with getting out of a chair, but I don't want go back into that right now.
On the morning of Post Op Day 2, Corey the Wonder Therapist took me walking again and got me a less evil chair to sit in, and then it was time to unwrap my presents. The nurse came in and took off the miles and miles of ace bandage to reveal a foot long gauze dressing on each leg. The dressings were simple, looked like they'd been put on in a hurry and were oozing a bit. They came off easily and painlesslessly to reveal clean broad straight wounds over the top of each knee, held together with staples. A bit Frankenstien-y, but actually less dramatic than I'd expected, having looked at photos of the work involved in the actual knee replacement
My surgeon and the nurse seemed pretty happy with the wounds and assured my that the bruising - my lower legs were so discolored that they looked like the skin of a snake - was normal. At this point, I got to take a SHOWER (yay!). A tech helped me get undressed and situated on a bench in the walk in shower, and I was able to do the actual washing up myself. Got a bit of help with drying and dressing, and got to put on clothes - loose sloppy athletic shorts, a t shirt, and gripper socks. Stylin'! Shorts turned out to be the right idea - want to keep the wounds and dressing accessible. Loose is also good because there's quite a bit of swelling involved. Gripper socks are also essential to avoid slipping. One other note about clothes: I found that any bands of elastic - on shorts, socks, sleeves and underpants eventually became irritating. The harder and narrower the band, the more offensive. Just sayin'.
At this point, the nurse redressed my wounds, and told me that before I could go home, I'd need to get my blood count up and poop - in addition to getting my surgeon's okay.
Pooping was more of an issue than I expected - inactivity and hydrocodone really slows the system down. A few shots of prune juice and walks eventually got THAT box checked.
On the morning of Post Op Day three, my blood count was still going down. The hospital doc told me that they'd keep me at least 8 hours after the transfusion, so we decided to go ahead and get that underway so I could be released the next day. Glad we started early - had to order the blood from across town, and then taking on two units of blood took about 6 hours. It wasn't really unpleasant, just a little confining. I got a little chilled, and if I wanted to go somewhere (like the bathroom) the IV pole had to come with me.
After the transfusion was done, my blood pressure rose a bit, into the low normal range. I also started to feel a little more myself - less tired and woozy.
The next morning, my blood count was up, and everything looked good for my release. McQ had everything packed and ready in no time - he was sick of sleeping on a bed shorter than him, and he'd pretty much eaten everthing in the vending machines. I was ready to go as well....tired of having my finger stuck, sick of being woken up, and just generally ready to be back in my own space.
A nurse came and put on a water resistent dressing so I could shower, gave me my morning meds, and then all we needed was for my surgeon to stop by and okay the release. Um, that took a while. My advice on your last day: go ahead and order your meals, and don't be afraid to nap.
When my OS came in, he went over what meds I was taking home and why (hydrocodone for pain, inoxoparin for clot prevention), how to get set up with home health, when to come see him, etc. As soon as he gave us the thumbs up, we tried to bolt for the door. I will be forever grateful to nurse Doug for slowing us down for one last dose of pain meds before we headed out.
Of course, I was pushed to the car in a wheelchair. McQ brought the station wagon, since we had a walker and such to take home. I was able to get into the front seat, but it was surprisingly challenging, even with the seat pushed all the way back. Your knees really don't want bend much at this point.
The ride home was fun - I'd been in the hospital long enough to appreciate the scenery outside, and I was definitely anticipating being back in my own space. I also felt kind of triumphant - we'd done made it! Or maybe that was just the two units of blood. At any rate, I was pleased to be leaving.