Microfracture Procedure - did They or Didn't They?
Microfracture Procedure - Did They or Didn’t They?
Well the answer is no, they didn’t! The erosion to the knee was so great that this time there wasn’t enough area left on which to carry out the procedure. I will have to have a knee replacement at some time in the distant future, but that is years off yet. Instead, they performed a Lateral Release and washed the knee out. So far, so good though it is very early days - it was only done yesterday.
The surgeon told me there is no way I will even be considered for a knee replacement yet as, at 47, I am too young (nice to know there are some things I am still too young for!) However, he assures me that this procedure should reduce the pain I have been experiencing to some great extent and that if I can “learn to live with some discomfort” then a knee replacement is a long, long way off.
Due to the as yet unofficially diagnosed RA but which I and various medical professionals suspect is the case, for good reason, I have been “living with some discomfort” for quite a few years now, so the prospect of this is none too daunting. In fact I am grateful, believe me. How lucky am I to have such excellent medical care readily to hand? And how fortunate that, as yet, my condition is not much worse (I will bore you with details of my hips, elbows, right thumb, shoulders and left ankle another time!) I know of close family members and friends who suffer far worse than I do due to this condition and I always think of them when I am beginning to feel sorry for myself (which I try not to.) They are far, far worse off than me, I am the lucky one (you know who you are…)
Anyway, this wasn’t meant as a moan, just an update on my earlier post written pre-hospital yesterday. While I am at it, I just want to say how impressed I am with the facilities and staff - all of them- at Emersons Green NHS Treatment Centre in Bristol. I am hugely grateful to them for the way they took such good care of me yesterday and even more so with the speed with which they took me onto their books and the subsequent procedure being done. If I had opted to go to my local hospital, I would still have at least a year to wait before being seen. I have said it before and I will say it again - our poor NHS. Yet I am so very grateful for it.
At least now, meds and pain permitting, I can have a little glass of something on Christmas Day. Cheers everyone!
Picture shows me sporting the rather festive slipper socks the Treatment Centre provided and the dead sexy leg attire I will be showcasing for the next fortnight! And yes all you fashion conscious style icons, I DO have a matching sock for the other leg when the dressing comes off!