So, it's only 8:30 at night and I'm sitting in my chair, stiff and and aching & trying to stay awake...and I'm really bummed about it. Adding (literally) insult to injury, I am stiff and achy because today, I did what my medical team encourage me to do every day...and because of this, I'm pretty sure that I'll be having one wonderful night of tossing and turning...combined with very little rest.
My doctors all want me to get outside and get as much exercise as possible. It doesn't matter if it's walking around the neighborhood, or working in the yard picking up dog poop, or getting in my garage workshop and making something...just as long as I'm not sitting in the house all the time snacking and watching old movies or reruns of M*A*S*H. This is beneficial for most of the medical problems that I have...except for one.
What began innocently enough as a kid playing baseball, my knee problems have progressed to the point now that, in a couple of weeks, I will have my first knee replacement. In 1983, I underwent my first of several knee surgeries. As time has progressed, my knee issues have progressed as well. Every time that something is removed or repaired, it seems like it only seems to cause an increase in the rate of deterioration...which now means that the only real way for me to get any relief from the constant aching, popping, snapping, and buckling of my knee, is to get a new titanium prosthetic knee.
It's very depressing when you haven't yet reached your 60th birthday and they are already replacing entire parts of your body. But, I'll not complain if this works. I was recently walking in a restaurant and the hostess who was about to seat us, looked at me with a very puzzled expression when I told her that I couldn't sit in a booth...it had to be a table. I'm pretty sure that she thought it had something to do with my size (...thanks, that's also a depressing subject that we'll talk about some other time)...but, in reality, it was because there are times when, after sitting in a booth for an extended period of time, I can barely get up or get out to leave.
I want to feel better...I want to lose weight....I want to be able to do things that many people (older than me) are able to do on a regular basis. But, until I get my knees repaired and I can move and have a normal way of life, it's not happening. We really hope to be blessed with grandchildren very soon...and I AM NOT missing out on the fun times of being a grandparent because I can't walk or I'm in constant pain.
In two weeks...it happens! "KNEE-DAY"...you know, instead of D-DAY it's "KNEE-DAY"....ok, bad joke. But, in two weeks, my doctor is going to install me a brand new joint and, God willing, I will impart on the quest of healing and rehabilitation...and hopefully, by Christmas, I'll be able to do some of the things that I have been forced to forgo or that cause me great discomfort.
I still remember the day that my AARP card came in the mail. My daughter thought this was such a hoot, she shared it all over social media. Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, SnapChat....who knows where else. I was insulted that she was so amused at the fact that I was getting "old". Well, now it's not so funny or far fetched that the "old man" really is getting known for being "old". Sometimes, I have to walk with a cane and there are days that, due to some of my other health issues, just getting out of bed is not really an option.
All of these things are new motivating factors that I will be using during my convalescence and rehabilitation. Anything that helps me get better and makes me a little healthier...I'm all for it. I'm aware of the reality that I'll never play catcher for the Cincinnati Reds, and I don't see me running in any marathons...or half-marathons...or...ok...I don't see me running anywhere unless someone or something is chasing me, but my point is that I look at this as the beginning of my quest to get better physically and emotionally.
A few weeks ago, I found out that I am suffering from the same disease that took my mother's life. It was a slow progression and she fought it hard and was able to lead a fairly normal life for almost 20 years before her body succumb to the debilitating effects of the illness. I plan to fight just as hard! She would have expected me to do nothing less...and I don't want to disappoint my mom!!!
Yeah...it sucks to get old, but I can't really complain. Some of my friends haven't made it this far...which is a very sobering thought. And, so many people have much more serious and debilitating illness and yet, they get up each day and go about the business of living.
So, in two weeks, I get my "bionic" knee and begin my quest to become the "SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN" (...dated myself with that reference)! Only time will tell if this is going to be a good thing or a bad thing...but for sure, I have reached the point where it is really the only option. Just guessing, but I figure I'll be writing about this major event of my life real soon. Until then...
PEACE, LOVE, & SAWDUST
Husband, father, sinner saved by the Grace of God, old teacher, wood-worker, bad golfer, USM Golden Eagle (forever) and MSU Bulldog lover (It's a daughter thing)