So, the surgery recovery. Yikes, I haven't updated since I've become non-bionic. I just can't believe how much stuff has been going on during the last few weeks.
I am two weeks away from being able to run, jump, and fall. This makes Kevin laugh every time I say it. Running and jumping are unlikely, falling is very likely. But it's fun to say. It's fun to think about. I like this kind of deadline.
The bottom line is that I should have done this two years ago. I'm trying not to be super-frustrated with myself about this but it's difficult. I just should have insisted after the first year that things weren't right and they needed to fix it.
But when all you hear is that it takes time, that I'm not twenty anymore, yadda yadda yadda; you get tired of talking about it. You start to feel like a whiner.
Now, I think I could happily punch the surgeon in the head. Even on the day of the surgery, he was nonchalant. Like I was being sensitive about wanting the bionics removed. I really thought Kevin was going to take his head off. I guess there was a bit of terse conversation post-surgery.
So, while I'm not 100% back to the original state, I am really close. The improvement was nearly immediate. The numbness is gone, I have more flexibility, and significantly less pain. Now if I have pain, it's because I've overdone it and not just because.
What I believe happened, using my Grey's Anatomy medical degree, is that the plate was binding. Thus restricting the movement. I'm trying not to be graphic but I kind of have to. If I crossed that leg over my knee, the plate pinched. If I tried to sit cross-legged, the plate moved/bound. Now I can do all of these things and the only complaint is the muscles saying "Hey, we haven't done this in three years! Ease up."
The surgical nurse was a Roller Betty, which is the local roller derby team. She was all "Oh totally, you're going to feel so much better! All my buddies get their plates and screws taken out!" I loved that she said that. It made us feel so much better.
So, in two weeks, I am in the No Excuses world. I gotta move it, move it. I don't think I'll ever be a runner (and I still dream that I am, which is weird) but at least I know I won't have any restrictions. I'm super happy about that.
And finally, if you ever find yourself in a situation like that, speak up until something happens to improve it. I wasted years feeling like crap and I don't want anyone else to do the same.
Next up: Purple Converse Sneakers!