Surgery day- yaaay! Time for a new ACL.
After deciding I didn’t like my birth one, I detached it in August last year after failing to sprawl properly on a double leg takedown (sidenote; wrestling hates me).
So I’m up and at the hospital for stupid o’clock. I was first on the list for surgery (wahoo!) which meant they chucked a gown at me, took a pee sample, and also gave me some of their own underwear to wear. Imagine, if you will, a shower cap with 2 holes in. And I’d worn my cookie monster pants especially. Dammit.
Some chick comes in and asks what leg I’m having done and draws “ACL and an arrow” on my left shin.
|Pretty sure my ACL is a little higher up than that..|
They ask all the usual questions, confirmed I was who they thought I was (about 8 times) and then I was off down to be cut open.
This was my first time receiving anaesaestehthia. I don’t remember going to sleep. The nurses were all super friendly and were chatting away when I was told they were going to put me under.
I vaguely remember coming round and having the foggiest conversation with the surgeon. I asking him if I had any microfractures (something he said was unlikely, but the rehab to it involved being hooked up to some knee bending machine for 2 hours, 3 times a day for 6 WEEKS). I don’t remember him answering me, but when I finally came round properly, the nurse who was there during this foggy conversation that no I didn’t have any micro-fractures which was apparently followed by me fist punching the air and saying “yeaaaaahhhh” (awkward).
|Kinda, not really come round yet|
I then got wheeled to a recovery room where I was fed bourbons and custard cremes, how very British. Within half an hour or so I was wheeled off for an X- ray and then brought back again.
|*Note* the sexy compression sock and my loafers. Total trend setter.|
I got a couple of packs of pills thrown at me and Mummy Shebeast was called to come and collect me. Putting my clothes back on was, interesting.
Once home I elevated and iced my knee. The dressing and wraps are pretty thick (they can come off after 48hours) so I’m not entirely sure much of the coldness is getting through. Regardless, I’ve set alarms on my phone to remind myself to ice it for 20mins every 2/3 hours, religiously.