…my kneecap that is.
I had MFPL reconstructive surgery nearly three years ago after it dislocated on a kayaking adventure in Hawaii…yes, kayaking. It also happened the day we were set to fly out. If I thought that my knee was swollen before we left…it felt like it was going to explode at any minute after the 8 hour plane ride home. Ouch. I had the surgery the day after our return, and I was pretty excited about getting it fixed. I also watched this probably a solid 25 times before my own surgery (warning that video is graphic) My recovery went smoothly, I can only say that now because all of the tough stuff is over and has been for awhile now. But I will say physical therapy is no joke my friends. I would not wish that on anyone, ever. Imagine a room filled with all kinds of contraptions and people literally crying out in pain while using them. A torture chamber of sorts. ;)
Fast forward many trips later to our recent trip to Arizona, where I mentioned I hurt my knee a bit.
Today, I went in to see my doctor just to have it checked out. I haven’t really had any major problems with my knee since completing my physical therapy (PT), but this slip down the trail made me a little nervous. The good news, after having a full set of x-rays done is that my knee is still in great shape, just badly strained. As the swelling goes down, I should be able to bend it and get back to my workout routine/fitness challenge. I plan to make-up anything I’ve missed out on while taking it easy. (cough….100 burpees from last week….ugh)
It was unexpectedly good to see my nurses and doctor. This visit gave me the chance to thank them in person for rebuilding my knee and making it possible to see some amazing things around the world (Machu Picchu came to mind first). It was neat to be able to show them pictures of that trip too. While catching up, my nurse even remembered Billy and asked about him. I still cringe a little when I have to tell someone that he’s passed, but it made me feel good to know that other people noticed his support throughout my recovery. She said she remembered him waiting patiently in the waiting room throughout my physical therapy and that she’d always thought he seemed like such a sweet man. That made me smile because he was. He was always so proud of me after PT many of those afternoons also included a visit to the nearest frozen yogurt shop as well, to celebrate. :)
I also owe a huge thanks to Mike for helping me through this whole process as well. Navigating our three story town home was quite a challenge during my recovery. He was also a great coach, pushing me when my PT was getting tough and reminding me how important it was to push to getting back full range of motion and strength. I don’t think he could have been more patient with me either, thank you again love.
Over all, there were some setbacks with this experience, but today, I realized that it wasn’t all bad. There were some pretty great moments along the way. Over all, I’ve gained a lot out of it all, and for that I’m so thankful.
ok ok ok, back to studying for my finals, wish me luck this week!