Arthroplasty

I have survived an arthroplasty. And by “survived, ” I mean I accompanied my husband to his total knee replacement surgery.

I am not good with medical stuff. I get “white coat anxiety.” So, I think I handled things pretty well. He is back home and resting comfortably.

The only thing I messed up was hanging up on the surgeon (twice!) when he called to tell me everything had gone well. I couldn’t seem to answer my own phone correctly.

Also, I ran over a curb when driving up to the area where the nurse rolled him out in a wheelchair, but my tires seem fine. (Phew, can you imagine if I got a flat on the way home?)

Oh, and I had to plug my ears with my fingers and look out the window when the physical therapist described to my husband exactly what the “madman with the drill and the saw” does during a total knee arthroplasty.

I will be having a drink at 5pm. Or maybe an Oxycodone (kidding)

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