So I have a date now for my knee replacement—2/29. One of the many things that is disturbing is a sense of being swept up into a TKR Machine within the healthcare system.
My knee doc has the social skills of a slug, but seems to be very competent for the brutality involved. However, I feel like a cog in a very big gear that moves without my input.
I counter by making as many waves as possible in challenging the “team’s” assumptions about who I am. They don’t actually have a protocol for a T2 with tight control on diet and exercise only, so it will take a bit of doing with the dietician as to how very low carb I need to be for control.
Surgeon’s protocol during surgery is “over 140 and you get an insulin drip”. I think this might be appropriate, but since I am not on any meds yet, I worry about “a tipping point” that might go with this kind of trauma.
I also don’t think my surgeon even believes that Fibromyalgia matters or exists outside of an old woman’s hysteria. This I have been coping with since 1996 and even my dentist has helped me stay safe by studying and supporting pain management so as not to trigger a “fibro-flare.” I’m pretty sure Kaiser’s anesthesia people get that one, but will need to double check.
Orthopedic surgery is a very male-dominated field. I have been blessed with love and support from many good men in my 62 years, including a couple docs, but this is a “power over” circumstance that makes me cringe a bit.
My life as a dancer has lead me to this moment. It is organic and I have no regrets for the bliss of that life. But it is still very scary.
I have much to learn in the next several weeks. And I hope all my TuD friends might weigh in gradually---no rush. For those of you who don’t know me, I make no distinctions---I always expect to learn a lot from T1s and LADAS and every single one of us. This trauma may be what turns me into a LADA…..or maybe a Golden Retriever with a penchant for squid. Who knows??
Very best regards to all….Judith in Portland