A year with my knee
Two years ago I was recovering from getting my right hip replaced. It had been really bothering me for years, long before I realized what was the cause. My cycling was up to about 120 miles a week at that time and it kept the issues with my hip at bay. But I'd had to change from a push mower to a riding mower when, one day, I got to the end of a row and could hardly stand. Shopping was painful and I leaned on the cart. I had to actually lift my right leg up with my hand to get into my truck. This went on for years before I did anything about it.
The titanium hip was wonderful. After the surgery, I refused all the pain meds (they actually kind of guilted me as they threw away the hydrocodone that was in the pain pump I never used). But I was really not in much pain at all. I mean walking again was painful and building up muscle around the hip was challenging. I remember days thinking 'this is not fun'. But I dumped the walker in two days and dumped the cane in a couple of weeks and was walking as far as I wanted in a couple of months. HUGE difference.
So, a year ago at this time I was recovering from a left replacement. Knee opposite the hip. It was crunchy when I walked or did much of anything. Bone on bone. Not ever going to get better. I did the faux shark cartilage injections and they did nothing. Did all the stuff you're supposed to but the knee was never going to return and I was not getting any younger, so I pulled the trigger.
Whole different experience. Not enough hydrocodone available to me to keep me more than a little comfortable. In the hospital, I was pumping the stuff all I could. And went through three prescriptions before the pain reduced enough I no longer needed the help. I had a lot of days saying 'this is not at all fun'. But as always my body got better.
Now, a year after the replacement I walk all I want now and, but for up and down stairs, I'm moving well. But even after a year I'm still improving. It has taken that long.
I decided that was it. No more replacements. I'd look into my left shoulder which is also bone on bone but I'm not wanting to go through what I did with the knee. I can live with my shoulder.
Airports are fun. I've learned to tell them soon as I get in line. Once the alarms go off it is too late.