Seven Days in the Life
// March 9th, 2010 // No Comments » // Sean

A marvel of modern medicine
Seven days ago I had knee surgery. I thought it might be fun to go over my last week with all its ups and downs.
Sunday/Monday
My check-in time was 5:30 am, so bedtime was early Sunday night. Unfortunately, I slept ridiculously bad. The knee was back to throbbing even when I elevated and iced it. I’m sure I only got a few hours of shut eye. Of course, I knew I was in for plenty the rest of the week.
I limped into Carle Foundation Hospital with the two and a half hours away girl by my side. She was wonderful in supporting and helping me. The nurses called my name and away I went. From pre-op to chatting with my surgeon to wheeling into surgery and waking up to some tasty peanuts and M&Ms, I was met with smiling faces, helpful nurses and a feeling I was in good hands.
After my jaunt to the hospital, I really appreciated the two and a half hours away girl taking the time to be with me. Her support before and after surgery was a real benefit and I’m not sure I could have done it all without her with me. I wish she could have stayed longer.
With the last vestiges of the anesthesia still in me and plenty of pain meds, I had the most restful sleep ever.
Tuesday
Woke up, made breakfast (bacon, oatmeal, juice) and relaxed on the couch. I felt way better than I expected. The dressing on my leg and knee allowed me to walk pretty well. My meds were working, but made me incredibly drowsy. I told my boss, who came over with a wonderful card and care package from work, I’d easily be able to come in to work on Thursday.
Not quite.
In the late afternoon, I removed my wrappings and dressing and took my first shower since Sunday. Inspecting the two small incisions, everything looked good. I was just thinking about what I’d make for supper, when my knee started swelling. Very quickly, I went from feeling confident I could return in a few short days to wondering if I would even make it in on Friday.
Immediately, I was laying down, elevating my knee and icing it every 20 minutes off and on. My calf muscles were extremely tight just above the knee and I could do little to relax them. I slept barely a few hours and only because my pain meds would kick in.
Wednesday
Before hump day, I thought there was no way I’d need my crutches. All morning, I couldn’t move without some cane-like support. My range of motion was negligible and I couldn’t put much weight on the leg. All morning I simply laid on the couch while my Dad, who kindly came up to see me, brought me McDonald’s breakfast and ran a few errands for me.
He left around noon and I settled in on resting/elevating/icing my knee. I remember eating a sandwich for lunch and then I was out for the next six hours. My body was trying to catch me up on sleep. I needed it, but I also knew the meds were knocking me out.
I called my boss and said there was no way, I was going to make it on Thursday, but I’d shoot for Friday. That evening I ate a little, watched The Hurt Locker and decided I would see if I could go with Aleve instead of the prescription drugs on Thursday.
Thursday
My goal Thursday was threefold. Continue to rest/elevate/ice my knee and stay off it most of the day, walk down (and back up) my third floor steps without hurting myself and drive to my part-time job and get some work done (and get out of the apartment for a bit).
Amazingly, all my goals were met. Since I came out of surgery, I really didn’t have much in the way of knee pain. Pain and weakness associated with a swollen knee, of course, but everything else was good. The Aleve took the edge off just enough to function, but I continued to be exhausted and run down.
Still, getting out of the apartment after being stuck inside for three days was a good change of scenery. Fresh air will do wonders for you, kids.
Friday
I dutifully headed into my real job bright and shiny at 8 am. I’d been using a single crutch as a cane and that helped steady me as I came through the door. I plowed through about 30 emails and tried to accomplish something in my half-day of work.
After putting a big project to bed, I went home and promptly crashed. I was exhausted. I work in a cubicle and I was just wiped out when I came home at lunchtime. My knee felt better than yesterday which was better than the day before, but my body was still in recovery.
In the evening I had planned on getting my kiddo, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open and canceled on her. I fell asleep on the couch (again) and crawled into my bed early.
Saturday
I had made plans to drive down and see the two and a half hours away girl in the afternoon. Since I didn’t get my daughter, we talked about me coming down a bit earlier. I wasn’t sure I was up for it. I woke up still run down from Friday. A week earlier we had made plans which really couldn’t be called off, so I decided to make the trek.
The weather was just crisp enough to feel good, but not too cold. I leisurely drove down and found myself feeling better. Arriving at my destination, I barely had time to drop my bags and the whole crew (me, her and her kids) were out the door again. Rushing around made me a little tired, but getting out of the apartment was the best medicine. A kiss or two from the two and a half hours away girl certainly helped.
Meeting up with her friends, we visited the Royale Dumpe dinner theater on the Landing in St. Louis and enjoyed the singing, dancing and the PG-13 level of humor. The food wasn’t too bad either. The drinks, on the other hand, were enormous.
Sunday
I was amazed at how my knee went from screaming agony and swollen redness on Tuesday to me walking fairly normal by Sunday. I was still operating at about 85%, but that was a marked improvement from just Friday. The bad part was I developed turf toe from standing awkwardly on the ball of my foot and from walking on the uneven cobblestones of the Landing.
Overall, I don’t think I could have asked for a better post surgery than what I went through. People are still amazed that I’m walking already without a cane or crutches. Honestly, I’m a little surprised myself.
LINKY GOODNESS
- How The Newspaper Business Killed Itself.
- Notion of the Day: Ripping Band-Aid off is less painful… proven scientifically!
- The font that Apple currently uses on its keyboards was developed for Volkswagen in 1979.
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The secret code names of 37 sci-fi blockbuster films.
- Yup. Conservatives can’t do humor.
- Why We Need Horror Movies. This explanation is a bit more profound than “so we can grab onto each other at the drive-in theater.”
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Walmart versus Whole Foods; The Great Grocery Smackdown.
- Presidential Reunion. Even more amazing than getting our last half-dozen presidents together is getting the comedians who played them all together.
- Our moods affect our thinking abilities in several ways. The research may explain why our greatest artists are often unhappy people.
- The most luxurious hotels for the ultra rich.
- NASA has discovered what may be a trillion pounds of ice on the moon. Deposited in craters near the moon’s north pole, it could be a substantial source of water.
- Have you ever “seen” a sonic boom? Watch the effect when a sonic boom meets a sundog during the launch of an Atlas V rocket.
- There’s a Weird Al Yankovic sex tape on the internet.
- Star Wars foosball table.
- Nope, That’s Not A Real Thing, a blog dedicated to the details of imaginary brands.
SHOUTING AT THE SEA
“I’ve covered the NIT. I remember Lou Henson’s final team playing Alabama in front of about 9,000 people at the Assembly Hall. It sucked. No one cared. It’s a crummy booby prize.” — Mark Tupper
COLOPHON
Sean McDevitt thought about taking a royal dump at the Royale Dumpe, but changed his mind.
Just a reminder, you can view this and lots more of my past posts at swimminginchampaign.com. You can also find me at seanmcdevitt.com





My life from 1990 to 1999 was a whirlwind blur of grad school, graduation, marriage, new baby, divorce, and a series of not so great career decisions. Aside from the birth of my daughter, I don’t have a lot of personal highlights or fond memories for that time period. Bit sad, really.








