My leg feels naked now.

As the days passed and my impending doctor’s appointment got closer and closer, I kept thinking about what life would be like without my leg brace. So many things I took for granted before I had to wear it for six weeks after surgery:

* I could get out of bed and use the bathroom without having to clip anything onto my leg.

* I could move my shorts freely when sitting on the toilet instead of shifting them around at an angle across my lap because it was too much of a struggle to wiggle them down over the brace.

* I could take a shower without worrying about my underwear getting wet when putting it on or wearing a towel around my leg for half an hour afterward to make sure I wouldn’t soak anything else.

* Other things… well, maybe I shouldn’t have done them, but sometimes a man just needs to drive places. And shoot hoops in the driveway. And go bowling. Yeah, I didn’t exactly fill the doctor or physical therapist in on all of my recreational activities over the last six weeks. Continue reading “My leg feels naked now.”

I’m a fast healer, bub.

My next PT session was supposed to be on Tuesday, but someone decided to go ahead and die on my physical therapist… well, not actually on her, but the person kicked the bucket and the funeral got scheduled for the same day. I guess they didn’t think I should be doing knee exercises next to the coffin, so I bumped my appointment up to Monday instead.

I was a little concerned because I’ve been having a little hitch in my knee recently. When standing upright, I could bend my knee to point my foot backwards, but when stepping forward and bringing my knee up to lift my leg, it would get to a point and then stop. I could force it after a moment and it wasn’t bad after warming up a little, but there was a point during my exercises the next before when I started marching in place and, well, I couldn’t at first. I was able to lift my knee up on the second try, but I was definitely concerned.

I was telling the therapist about this while doing some new exercises and she thought it was probably just part of the healing process. She recommended that I massage my kneecap on the sides of my scar and see if that would help. I think it has, but it’s only been about 12 hours, so who knows?

Oh yeah, and during said new exercises, she had me take the brace off my leg. I was walking without it, balancing without it, pedaling an exercise bike without it… did I mention that knee surgery was two weeks ago? In her words, I’m “way ahead of schedule.” Woot!

She also gave me official permission to ditch the crutches. In a way, I’ll miss them. Sure, I may not need them, but they were fun sometimes. Last week, I was walking out of a building that had fire doors at the exits (the kind where you have to push the bar across the middle to open it). I could have pushed the handicapped button and made the door open automatically, but that would have taken too long. Instead, I planted the crutches on the floor, leaped up with my left foot, rocked forward and kicked the door open. Way more fun.

Unlike the crutches, the leg brace will be around for another month or so. Also unlike the crutches, I needed to have the size of the brace adjusted again. Last week, it was because the swelling around my knee had gone down and it was getting really loose. This time, it was… there were probably multiple problems with it. The guy who adjusted it that time had it nice and snug around my leg, but the joint on the brace is supposed to be at the point where my knee bends. It’s supposed to be there. For some ungodly reason, he had it sitting back about an inch, so I was pulling against the brace every time I tried to bend my knee.

I started playing with the straps on my own as soon as I got home. It felt better after that, but then several days later, winter decided it hadn’t made a strong enough impression over the last few months and the temperature started dropping into the 30s. Time to start playing with the straps again so I can wrap it around my leg while wearing jeans…

The guy who made the adjustments this time didn’t screw around. He held the left side against the left side of my leg, then proceeded to use one of the tables and his body weight to bend it into shape. Same thing on the other side: compare shapes, then lean on it against the table so it would conform to the shape of my leg. It’s obviously not a delicate process and apparently sometimes the brace will say “No mas!” just before he breaks it. I don’t know if that comes out of his paycheck, but it makes for a good story.

My current status two weeks after surgery: I don’t have a bionic knee or crutches, but I do have a form-fitted leg brace and what appears to be an enhanced healing factor. (Now if I can match that with some metallic claws popping out of the backs of my hands, I’ll totally be kicking some major ass… but just with my left leg.)

Scalpel… clamps… drill… screwdriver…

Yeah, I know, I only made it through the first prequel and my concerns about the flu, which thankfully only lasted about 48 hours. Now it’s almost two weeks after surgery. Whether it’s because I’ve been focusing on healing or because I’m lazy… once again, I ain’t gonna tell you. Suffice it to say that it’s time for a flashback.

Monday, April 26th, was “ACL Replacement Day”. My little brother Justin was at work, but both my parents and older brother Brent accompanied me to the hospital so they could sit in the waiting room while I was in surgery. And they waited. And waited. And waited. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Continue reading “Scalpel… clamps… drill… screwdriver…”

The best-laid plans of mice and men…

Don’t mean jack when you’re experiencing flu-like symptoms.

I could go into detail about napping during the day, restless sleep at night, hot showers, waking up in a cold sweat and what not—thankfully, nothing exploding forcefully from either end of my digestive system—but the important part is the symptoms.

Not only does it take time away from writing my next blog entry about pre-knee surgery, but it puts said surgery in jeopardy. If I’ve got cold- or flu-like symptoms on Saturday, I get to call the hospital and they get to call it off until I get better. How long the delay will last… I’d rather not have to deal with that.

Consequently, I’m wishing for best health for family and friends. And me, of course. Is that so much for a mouse to ask?

We’re going to pump *CLAP* you up!

I don’t want to say I’m lacking in inspiration, but for lack of a better subject, I’m going to provide a history lesson about what led up to my impending surgery. In a way, I’m glad it’s happening two weeks from now, because the back story could take several entries. Whether that’s because I want to provide a natural break between topics or because I’m lazy… I ain’t gonna tell you.

Suffice it to say that if you want to read the whole epic saga in one sitting, you may want to wait for a few days, then drop by the blog with some popcorn and a Coke. It may not last as long as Titanic and the soundtrack isn’t as good, but at least this story was cheaper to produce. Plus my acting isn’t as overrated.

The most likely beginning of the story spans back to last summer. That’s right, last summer. Ooh, the plot is thickening already… Continue reading “We’re going to pump *CLAP* you up!”

RICE, RICE, baby…

I can’t believe I didn’t write any blog entries in March. God, I feel unclean… You all have my sincerest apologies, but unfortunately, I have an excuse.

This entry is going to be the short version because the full story could end up being… well, it’s not short. Lots of details, so here’s the summary: I was playing soccer on March 14th and someone kicked me just below my right kneecap. Very hard. It hurt, so I limped off the field and spent the rest of the game on the sideline. That in itself was not a big deal.

When my knee swelled up to the point where you could barely see my kneecap at all, that was a big deal. I spent the next week and a half Resting, Icing, Compressing and Elevating (and for some ungodly reason, I keep hearing Vanilla Ice’s voice in my head telling me to “RICE, RICE, baby…”). In that time span, I went to the doctor, then a knee specialist, had an MRI and eventually learned that the guy who kicked me in the knee sprained my MCL and tore my ACL. (Here’s a picture to show where the damage is.)

That throws the proverbial monkey wrench into my summer plans, but like I said, this is the short version. The most important detail is that along with all the RICEing I’ve been doing since the 14th, I’m scheduled to have knee surgery on April 26th. I don’t have much trouble with my knee while I’m walking, but sometimes I can feel it wobble a little bit. Trust me, it’s not a cool enough sensation to justify destroying your knee ligaments.

I know what you’re thinking. “He can’t play soccer and spends a lot of time Resting, so he’ll have more time to write blog entries from now on!” That’s a pretty solid theory, but if I don’t, I may have another excuse: I’ll be too busy banging my head against a wall to get Vanilla Ice to stop singing.