March 21st at 11 am I walked into Palmdale Regional hospital excited, nervous and full of some type of energy that I haven’t felt before. This was my first surgery and had a fear of going under anesthesia and waking up feeling nauseated and not able to eat. (Little did I know that was exactly what was going to happen!) I was in great care and from the get go my nurse was amazing (if only I could remember her name) and very happy. My surgeon just got back from vacation the week before and was glad to have him fresh! Not like it mattered, Dr. Taylor is amazing and does this day in and day out!
Time came and I was in the surgery room where it was what felt like below 30 degrees. The anesthesiologist started talking to me about my eyelash extensions and then I woke up. I woke up violently shaking and saying I was freezing. My mom and dad showed up and I was definitely out of it and asked my dad to get me donuts when he left before he came back to my house (maple old fashioned of course). With time going by I made sure to get the most pain meds I could before leaving, and that was the nurses recommendations by the way. I was release and really have no recollection of the ride home or even that evening. I just remember being nauseous and not able to eat my donut.
Day one post op was brutal. I still felt foggy and had no appetite, which is very unlike me. I slept and just barely hobbled to the bathroom and got a little anxious. Day two was a lot better. I walked around to the best of my ability, cooked and even put dishes away. By the end of the day I actually went to teach my boot camp at the park. Getting out there is what kept me sane and I felt really good to see everyone and get outside. Day three I started with 5am bootcamp and was able to teach again and move around a little better. Day four I stopped using crutches around the house. Drove a short distance and found out that I was good to drive! Day five I was able to get to the Spartan SGX workout in the morning and be there and motivated for everyone. I was moving around good and was able to make it to the gym for the first time for a short and limited workout. I was tired and definitely could tell I was healing so rested the rest of the day Saturday. By Sunday I had a special Easter bootcamp and was moving around a lot with my crutches. Any chance I got I made sure to sit down. After bootcamp I had another short 30 minute workout and went grocery shopping. By the time it was Easter at my aunt’s I was definitely ready to sit down. Monday arrived and all I had to do was teach cycle off the bike. The day was easy and I was able to rest and do things around the house.
Week one was done. I was told it was going to be brutal the first week and from what I experienced I felt pretty good about my pain and progress. I was no longer taking pain medication and took Motrin as needed. During the rest of week two I made small increases in the amount of time on feet and was able to get around no problem. Workouts increased and was able to row and do upper body workouts and actually get sore. I taught all my classes and actually taught my yoga class and was able to get some stretching in. The problem was my sleeping. My energy was not being exerted as it was before and it was becoming so hard to fall asleep. Let’s just say I was excited to burn some energy off. The next step I was looking forward to was getting my stitches out and starting PT. I had contacted my physical therapist and asked what I could be doing until meeting and was advised to start working on my flexion and extension.
Week two ends and I got my stitches removed and doctor says I am walking good. NO running for 4months and stay consistent with PT and everything will be great. The next day I met with Karl, my physical therapist, and we established that my flexibility is where it need to be and I was actually a little ahead of schedule. I was cleared to get on the bike and that day I did. Instantly my mojo changed and I was a whole new person! It felt great to get the blood flowing and the knee moving. Throughout the week I continued with my normal upper body workouts and added biking and my PT. My sleeping started to get better and I felt more relaxed and saw a light at the end of the tunnel. I had a few down moments but was quickly reminded that in 4 months from now I will be on a whole new level.
Today marks three weeks post op. If I look too much to others and compare myself to other people’s recovery I can get discouraged or maybe cocky. But what I have to realize that this is MY journey and I need to do what I need to do, when I need to do it. I have a lot of support from all different directions and look forward to the next few weeks of making progress. There is no doubt that I will have to be reigned in at some point from feeling so good, but that is why I have a physical therapist that knows where I was and where I want to be.