myself, i am looking at both hips being replaced in the very near future (one at a time)
I cant imagine replacing two knees or two hips at the same time, although some do! There was a double knee replacement in the hospital the same time as myself.
Yesterday was my one month follow up with the surgeon. Incision looked great. NOT happy with the lack of bending in the knee. If I haven't reached 90-95 degrees in two weeks he wants to put me under again and break the scar tissue up. Not good. I also started out patient physical therapy yesterday, so we will see. Those physical therapist are serious about their job. The home care physical therapist was very nice and I enjoyed her visits. I gave her some honey as she seemed quite interested in learning about honey bees and always had a nice pat for the dog.
As time passes, I am able to laugh about this event. It wasn't funny at the time.
The first night home from the hospital, exhausted and on heavy pain killers, I went to bed. Our bed sets kind of tall and my short legs find it a challenge to get into bed. Take away one leg and it becomes even more difficult. I woke up about 11:30pm and had to go to the bathroom. While getting out of bed, I didn't get my footing and started doing this slow slide out of the bed. My husband was standing there, trying to help me out of bed, but he's only about 150 pounds. The descent down was so slow that I was asking him to move this, move that, take my sock off so I can get traction, if I only had a stool. Arms were flaying, he was trying to grab anything he could, but I could tell I was going to go down. Once down, I knew I had no way up. It was the longest 3 minutes of our lives! I told him to let me go and slowly I slid the rest of the way down.
At this point, his brain kicks in. My poor husband is wondering how he is going to get me up. Is a neighbor friend still awake, etc? Meanwhile I am sitting, unharmed on the bed room floor. I suggest he call 911. Oh no, he can't do that
and he doesn't know the number. I said, It's 9-1-1. I assured him they would rather respond to this call than a horrible car wreck or a fatality. I hear him call. They were here in less than 5 minutes (that's the way it seemed). I looked up, from my setting position on the floor, to see 3 hunks in the bed room with helmets, suspenders, blue t shirts and firemen's pants. What a surreal sight.
Now that I was up, I try to make my way to the bathroom. The firemen want to ask me if I am alright, was it an accident, how can I prevent this from happening again? We kept explaining the situation to reassure them there was no foul play.
It's funny now, but a mind blowing experience at the time.
And, my husband went out and got me an aerobic step the next morning so that wouldn't happen again. Works like a charm.
