In the never-ending knee saga that is now my life, I did end up having to have the knee Manipulation Under Anesthesia procedure done a few days ago.
This picture cracks me up. One eye is smaller than the other. They had already started me on a fine mixture of drugs at this point. And it was probably 6am.
Drugs. I am a fan!
The procedure itself didn’t take much time at all, I guess. The doctor said I had quite a bit of scar tissue built up and he heard a lot of cracking and noise as he bent my knee.
I shudder at the thought.
Directly after I came out of recovery, David had to take me to physical therapy so I could get started right away on bending. Because the universe is against me.
I am going to be seeing my physical therapist friends often over the next few days. I think I am one of their younger customers by far and they enjoy the youthful energy that I bring. I feel like I am totally bending like a champ now. I was able to get my knee bent to 117 degrees yesterday. Before the manipulation, the farthest I could bend was about 90-93 degrees. I make me proud.
I finally got my knee brace off and my students have been seeing me walk for the first time this school year without one. The other day when I was passing out papers, I could hear them whispering to each other:
“Look at how fast she is walking!”
“Look at her go!”
Ha. Cuties.
We have a student of the month assembly each month. For November, I chose a sweet little pumpkin boy from my class who is very honest. He lives with grandma. I called grandma to let her know that he was receiving the award and that I liked to keep it a surprise for the kiddos.
After he received his award, he was sitting by me in the assembly. I chose to talk to him, even though we are certainly not allowed to be talking during an assembly.
I am such a bad example.
Me: You look very nice today!
He was wearing a vest with a tie.
Kiddo: My grandma wanted me to look nice today. But I don’t know why.
Me (still talking during an assembly.): Don’t you think it was because you were student of the month?
Kiddo (shrugging): No, because my grandma didn’t know I was going to win.
Me: Yes, she did! I told her!
Kiddo (eyes lighting up): Really?
Me: Yes. And she is here.
Kiddo: No . . . really?
I point her out to him. The moment he saw her was the best moment of my whole teaching career. His whole face lit up and he waved to her. He even got a bit teary-eyed.
He was very proud of himself. It was precious.
I love my spirited class. Even though they do exhaust me at times!
Happy Saturday!
Prayers for your knee to finally get WELL!!! And that sweet little boy in your class and his grandma??? How tender a story is that!! I love your updates. Merry Christmas to you and your family!
I love your sweet story about the little guy in your class. Being a teacher is one of the hardest, most frustrating, and most rewarding jobs in the world. Just like being a mom. 🙂 Glad to hear the knee is on the mend, and you’ll soon be dashing around the classroom like a superhero (which you are, by virtue of the above mentioned jobs that you hold). Christmas break’s a comin’!
That moment is what teaching is all about!
Keep up the therapy!!!!
That is the key.Agree with Susan ….you need a cape. 🙂
How wonderful that his grandma was able to be there, and that you pointed her out to your “pumpkin guy” so he could enjoy the moment!
After the second carpal tunnel surgery on the same arm, my husband began referring to the physical therapists as “physical terrorists.” Hopefully you will have better feelings towards your “helpers” in returning to full physical capability!