As you read this, I should be getting my knee replacement. The most traumatic part of the preparation is probably the bottle of Gatorade I was ordered to drink this morning. (I hate Gatorade.)
And the scariest part of being in the hospital is the triple threat of covid, RSV, and flu. This flu sounds like a really bad one. Here’s hoping I come out unscathed. Wish me luck!
Middle age is a lot of work, amirite? What’s the hardest part for you?
Thinking of you.
The hardest part of middle age for me is realizing that I am not. Middle-aged. Any more.
Having had bilateral knee arthroplasty eight years ago, I won’t wish you “luck,” but I will wish you the best surgical team around. Remember though, the most important part is your after surgery PT. Take it seriously! For months. I hope the pain of walking will be gone gone gone!
Good luck, and let me echo the above advice to get real with the physical therapy: you only get one shot at the initial recovery and those folks know how to get the best of it.
I’m 63, and the only thing other than the stroke I have had to deal with was going blind from cataracts. Highland Hospital for the win!
I hear that. When I listen to “Angel From Motgomery,” it’s shock to realize I’m now “the old woman.”