I had my fourth meniscus knee surgery this past Wednesday. It was my third on my left knee. Fortunately, I think this time my surgery was successful. I'm still pretty sore, but I think the knee is finally without the constant pain I was feeling from before.
They gave me an epidural, so I was awake during the surgery. I was definitely uncomfortable. Plus, when I watched the doctor saw away at the inside of my knee, I got a tad nauseous. He just "punched" into me knee with the tool and immediately began chewing away at my cartilage.
No gingerly cutting and putting in the tool. He just pounded on my knee with it, was in, and began cutting away. Then, he took out this thing called a Plica. That may have been the problem all along.
I watched all this on a t.v. monitor. They didn't let me see the actual work on the knee itself. The nurse asked if I wanted more pain medicine before he started, but I said "no" because I wanted to see what was going on.
I'm thinking I should've said "yes" regardless. However, last time, they doped me up with so much morphine, I didn't remember a think. As nice as that was, I really wanted to see what was going on this time.
Let's see... what else is going on.
Brittany turned 19 on the 5th. I turn 44 on the 22nd. Megan, my sister, turned 29 on the 11th. Kristen, another sister, turned 43 on the 8th. We're both 43 years old right now. My mom says they (whoever they are) call that Irish Twins (when two siblings are born less than a year apart).
So, Kristen and I are the same age for two weeks (exactly) every year.
Megan got engaged to Bill on the 10th. He got on his knee and asked her at midnight, the 10th. So, guess who gets a call from his mother at 1am on the 10th?
I'm like, "Who died?"
"Nothing's wrong. Your sister wants to talk to you."
"What's wrong!"
"I got engaged! I just wanted you to know right away!"
Gah. It's One-Freaking-AM-in-the-morning! "Congratulations honey! I'm so glad for you. Can I go back to sleep now?"
She actually went into Karen's house (another sister) and got her out of bed to tell her.
Megan also called Kristen at 1am.
We really do love Megan though. Really. Congratulations Megan, if you're reading this.
Megan doesn't know when they're getting married.
We had a mega-birthday party for all the October babies yesterday. We had 20 people at our house. Bill was also born on October 11th (same as Megan whom he's engaged to now -- but he's like 37 years old and Megan is 29).
All the food was cooked, all the dishes prepared, and the high winds in the area knocked over a tree which took out a couple utility-power poles which took out our power. So, we celebrated without any power. No biggie.
I did; however, go to bed at 7:30pm last night. With nothing to do (electronically) and with no lights, you go to be early! I slept until 6am!
Ben got up at 2am and woke me up (that's okay 'cause I had to pee anyway). He didn't have anything to do. I showed him the bookcase with books in it. He grabbed a Harry Potter book and read. He was still reading at 6am.
Ben did complain that being offline was a problem for him. He wondered, at 2am, if I could take him to the local library. He wanted to let his online buddies know he'd be out of commission for a day or so.
I said I doubted the library was open for business at 2am. Plus, I was going back to bed. I was still tired at 2am. I don't know why, but I was. Can you imagine that?
We still had no power this morning. I don't know if Ben will survive the day, but I think he will, somehow.
That's all for today.
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