As we drove to our “Total Replacement” class at the hospital a week or so ago, Mauri said he hoped I wouldn’t take that seriously. I assured him I didn’t intend to totally replace him, just one of his knees. According to the x-ray, his right knee is worse than his left knee, though they’re both bone on bone. But since the left knee hurts the most, the left knee gets tended to first.
There’s much to know in advance and much equipment to have ready. So we learned some stuff and got ready.
Today’s the big day! I could mess with you and try to make you believe my powers of persuasion are so strong that I convinced the docs to let me into the operating arena. But no, I’m up in his hospital suite, waiting for his arrival from the recovery room. The pic got uploaded to the Webs and downloaded into my computer and uploaded to this blog. Just consider it a visual aid.
This isn’t Mauri. It belongs to some unsuspecting total-knee-replacement recipient whose x-ray somehow showed up in my computer.
The surgeon said he did great. That might have been the easy part as my brave man gradually gains use of his artificial knee through physical therapy. You might join my prayer that he gets his wish to be the “poster child of knee-replacement recovery.”
I’ve seen him! He’s here in the room now and alert and talkative and content. PTL!