Normally I don’t think much of fire alarms, but as I hobbled around my apartment trying to gather a bail bag as quickly as possible, I started to worry a little bit - I could hear, “This is not a drill”. I knew what I wanted to grab and where it all was, but it was difficult to rush. Still, shouldn’t be a problem, I’ve “escaped” countless fire alarms in my life with possessions safe in hand…
My surgery was covered by my insurance. I was not even able to book an appointment until my insurance coverage was cleared in network and “sufficient” by the hospital. My hospital bill still included charges such as:
Are you f*cking serious? How does this country’s healthcare system even work?!
My leg muscles have atrophied quite a bit in the past 2.5 weeks of prone CPM use. Two decades of serious dance training gone in less than a month - The physical size difference between my two legs is crazy to see.
Besides the atrophy, I can’t move my quad whatsoever. I didn’t notice since I was locked in a full-leg brace this whole time and was using my hip muscles to swing it while on crutches. I assumed I couldn’t actually lift my leg due to the sheer weight of the brace and maybe a little atrophy.
I was dumbfounded as I sat on the table at PT, mentally willing my thigh/kneecap to move… Aaaand nothing. It’s like the imaginary cable between my brain and thigh was cut. I expected pain and swelling to be the worst of my problems, not a neuromuscular shut down.
A good half hour was devoted to the poor PT tapping my leg while I willed it to move. The most I got was a small twitch, and it was so bizarre to have my leg unresponsive despite all my concentration. They then hooked up a TENS unit, cranked it up, and scared me with my own leg’s huge involuntary jerk.
I can now twitch it a little more often, and per instruction, I’m spending all day thinking and willing it to twitch. It’s actually mentally exhausting. Sometimes I try to move the leg for shits and giggles and am totally creeped out all over again as it sits there prone, barely a part of me.
The good news is that religious CPM use has kept my knee flexible. As long as I support my lower leg, I can move it freely up to 90°. My hamstring, calf, ankle, foot, and toes are also perfectly functional so I can crutch around just fine. The PT says the rest will take months.
b: Why is your blood black?
m: I'm an orc, duh.
b: ...Well that explains a lot.