Surgery and Post-Op observances

On Tuesday I went under the scalpel and had my ACL reconstructed. When I first got to the hospital at 10:00 am, I pretty much just fell asleep in a hospital bed and waited until 12:45 pm or so to be called to the OR. I made my way down to the OR and laid down on the operating bed.

Having never been in an OR before, this was quite a daunting experience. The amount of stuff in this room really made me wonder whether or not I was coming out alive. While I was being put under anesthetic, I found myself wondering whether or not I was going to come out of my sleep. I mean, I knew I was going to, but I was just a little nervous about it.

I woke up at about 4:30 and don't really remember much about what they told me, seeing as how I was cranked on morphine and whatever else they pumped me full of. It couldn't have been much as I fell asleep again, only to wake up closer to 7:30. They ran through a bunch of questions and statements, which I still don't remember as I was probably still full of way too many drugs.

At the moment I've got a huge splint on my leg that makes it nearly impossible to move. However, if I remember correctly, I should be able to take it off today and start getting a little bit of movement out of my knee. The pain killers I've got are working well, because if I wait an hour or two too long to take one, my knee starts throbbing. Painfully.

I'm not really looking forward to the first couple of weeks of recovery, as apparently they will be the worst. Who knows. All I know is that I am looking forward to being able to walk without worrying about a knee brace, or whether or not my knee will give out.