Having been forced to watch the $6 million dollar man and Bionic Woman when my children were young I never really thought that some of these bionic parts might make their way into me. I was young, healthy, full of vim and vigor. But that was a while back.
Today, at 64, I can claim to be at least partially bionic, and am glad for the encouragement those shows gave to medical science and their audiences. Half the women in my Sunday School class had knee replacements last year. This year, I joined their ranks.
Last Thursday I had a Stryker knee implant in my right knee, after living in denial for nearly 15 years. No cartilage, a damaged kneecap, and bone spurs galore meant that left leg was pretty much pulling the hefty weight of my movements. And it was beginning to fail.
That first step post-op told me I had made the right decision. I am one week into recovery, and doing exceptionally well by all accounts. Being someone who is somewhat impatient, I want to do far more than I should at this point. But I am pleased that I have reached (pretty much from day one) the zero degree mark (which means my leg goes completely straight) and am approaching the minimum 120 degree mark when bent. There isn’t a lot of pain either walking or resting, and this recycling ice pack/cooler is the berries!
As well as I’m doing, I’m not looking forward to doing the left leg. But perhaps being relieved of all that pressure, it will not need it for many years!