It hasn't been all roses and sunshine, but I'm very glad I had it done.
I checked into the hospital on Tuesday, April 1st at a little after 2 pm for an OR time of 5 pm.
|Yay for clear labeling!|
I used the bathroom...sadly, I only peed. Nervousness has a way of constipating me and so Saturday was the last time I had relieved my bowels. I followed this post and its comments and its follow-up fervently hoping for an answer to my problem, but to no avail :( Project ShitStorm was a covert op and I clearly did not know the password or have clearance.
I put on the gown and the pretty hairnet. They took my vitals and wrote on my hip to make sure they did the correct one. They asked me how I was doing. I told them I was kind of scared. I was actually covering. I was scared shitless (not literally...unfortunately). They smiled and said I was in the BEST hands and that it was going to be a really good thing and not to worry. I ignored that part of me that remembered that they're paid to say that.
|R – right hip|
THA – total hip anterior
RK – surgeon's initials
I remember being in the OR and hearing soft music...Reggae. Among other things, I mentioned that I liked Reggae music. One person remarked, "You talk too much!" Yes, I was overly chatty...drugs and nervousness, but they then cranked the music and I was out.
I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 6:13. I was in recovery. I was hungry and thirsty and COLD. My teeth were chattering uncontrollably. My lower body was totally numb. I kept looking at my feet and laughing because in my mind I was making my toes move, but in reality they were going nowhere. I amused myself with this game for a bit.
The nurses were really nice and laughed at all my drug-induced musings. They packed my wounded leg in ice. I looked down at the surgical site.
|All clean and pretty. And covered up.|
|This is the sawed-off end. |
Note: big, juicy bone spur.
|This is the eroded, contact end. |
Note: complete absence of cartilage on the articular surface.
Note also: scraggly bone spur.
I stabilized quickly and they took me to my private room, where they gave me some strawberries. And I just waited. Waited for the spinal block to wear off. Waited for the next phase.
Waited for Pain.
I contemplated writing the whole experience in one shot, but I'm really tired and physically uncomfortable so I have to check out now. If you want to know more before my next installment, consider following me on Instagram. My drug-addled, pain-exhausted body can handle posting little one-shot wonders there with regularity.
If you want to see what they did to me, here's a well-edited clip with excellent narration of someone performing a total hip replacement anterior approach. It's graphic and not for the squeamish. I found it fascinating and enlightening. It really put things in perspective for me.