And...scene.
Surgery was great. For reasons unknown to me at the moment, last time I had twilight anesthesia and was aware of what was going on but didn't care, while this time it was general all the way. Mask on, breathe deep, and next thing I know my dearly beloved is next to me in recovery calling my name as I asked how long I was out. First difference is likely related to that, as last time I threw up once in recovery and then never thereafter, while this time it took three days before I could so much as drink a little water without puking it right back up. Second difference is, this time I was in recovery having a transfusion, what's the deal with that? Third difference, I had no drain installed this time! I figured that was par for the course, but apparently not?
The incision is a lot less, shall we say, loosely-goosey this time. Before there was a bit of a gap between the skin edges under the staples along the top half of my right TKR, but for the left TKR, all edges are nice and tight together under the staples, which number 45.
Fact that's true for me...it made a WORLD of difference to have the experience of the first knee when having the second one. From the moment I woke up, I didn't wonder WHAT would happen now, but just how it would feel having it happen. The throbbing, the soreness, the concrete leg, all are well within parameters.
Six days out, I haven't yet had formal PT, but I can put weight on the leg and use the walker to get to the bathroom here at the nursing home. I did Impress my therapists in their preevaluation with how strong I am and how the thing mostly holding me back now is flexibility and, as you all know, exhaustion from the healing process. They say I'm at 70 degrees before the start of work, not shabby considering I do have fat legs
So, soreness, bit of stiffness and usual swelling after traumatic surgery. I likes me my oxy every so often, but don't feel the need of it as often as I could have it, since simply relaxing goes a long way in pain relief for me.