This is my whole world now, just me and my chonky toes and uncomfortable leg:
I'm currently one week post-surgery. Last Thursday, the surgeons repurposed a particularly choice piece of my hamstring (I'm assuming it was an exemplary sample, which was not confirmed to me in any sort of medical setting) as a new ACL. I'm hoping all of the pieces are getting settled in nice and snug. Tomorrow (Friday) is my post-op, and I have wild fantasies of being able to walk, wear normal human clothes, and stand up in the shower. I think these are all part of the eventual plan, but I admit I probably won't experience them all as soon as I would hope.Here are some random thoughts and learnings from my week on crutches:
- This is a terrible surgery. How have we not evolved medical practice beyond this? Why can't they just attach a magic rubber band where my poor, sad, missing ACL used to be, and I can be fine the next day? (Note that my husband pointed out that it's a big deal that they can do the operation arthroscopically, and I don't have a giant open incision on my knee. He's right, but I still think we can do better.)
- Although I am in basically constant discomfort, the pain has been blessedly manageable. Lots of ice, lots of Tylenol and ibuprofen (although I did have to cry Uncle on the ibuprofen dose yesterday, it had exceeded my tummy's ability to cope). I credit both my iron will and the nerve block.
- Seated workouts are really cool, really challenging, and feel so good. If a standing workout isn't in your capacity right now (I can only dream of a standing workout), check out https://www.nourishmovelove.com/chair-workouts
- I am shocked by how many pants I have that are wide-legged enough to fit over this giant brace. Feeling vindicated about my penchant for collecting pants, it's really paying off now.
- People who bring over unrequested soup are godsends. Truly, angels.
- My fabulous little cooler that you load up with ice water and then circulates it through a velcro ice pack on your knee is really the hero of this whole operation. Also, Steve, who fills my little buddy up with ice water and cleans it up when I spill the ice water and lugs the ice water from place to place so I can plant in a new chair, is also a hero.
- Biding time is an interesting experience, and not one I am particularly good at.
- My body is working hard at healing, and it's normal to be tired.
- It feels lovely to be asked if there's anything I need or if someone can get something for me. I can't even carry a cup of tea to a chair - it's a frustrating and vulnerable time. My people are really helpful if I stop and ask them for help. And asking for help is exhausting. It feels so nice to be asked if there's anything they can do for me.
- This would be an impossible experience without great caregivers. Every waking hour, there's something I can't do for myself, and I'm grateful to have folks around me willing to help.
- Being a counselor is a really great job if you have to spend all day sitting down with your feet up.
- A book of "Calming Adult Brain Games" is a fantastic gift. Flowers are wonderful, too.
- I am so grateful for all of the squats and single-leg deadlifts I've been doing over the past months. They are key to my survival right now.
- My friend gave me a "rule of thirds" that she uses for marathons, which has been true for my recovery so far, and a helpful mindset: the first third is really hard because you know you have a long road ahead of you; you find your stride in the middle third; and int the final third you're just counting down and you know you can make it.

