Tuesday, March 5, 2024

A Sudden and Unexpected Goodbye

Dedicated to My Beloved Gryphon - the bestest dog and all around Good Girl!


We really don't deserve dogs!  There!  I said it! 

I am forever grateful that our distant ancestors let some more brave (or was it just hungry) wolves hang around the periphery of the campsite, and eventually invited them in, tamed them further, and bred them into so many useful purposes to our lives. So many of them have jobs, herding or protecting our livestock, keeping the farmyard free of vermin, getting "advanced degrees" and being the eyes and noses and reach for people with disabilities, or serving alongside our police and military to take down the bad guys with toothy skill. Above all these things, their most important job that almost all of them provide is companionship.

This girl took up that role in 2015.


She has kept my home "decorated" ever since with what my friend calls "Dog Glitter". German Shepherds, or German Shedders as I heard them called, are quite hairy beasts, so don't invite one into your home if you don't like hair everywhere.


She was the bestest toy fetcher! But don't let her outside if the chickens are out. She wiped out my flock once, and tried again a time or two if we didn't keep her on a leash. Chicken chasing was so much fun (for her).

How could such a Doofus be so dangerous?  I don't know!  She loved people with all her heart. She was suspicious of other dogs. I had to flunk her out of her obedience class when she was a puppy, because she was just so much bigger than all her other classmates, and intimidated them all. She definitely felt like cats should all be eliminated.


Sometimes, when we forgot, and were just being lazy, and let her outside late at night for a last potty break, she would see one of those wild "black and white kitties" (skunks) and got herself sprayed, never remembering to give them their space. In fact, just a week prior to this posting she found herself another one, getting a bath at 2 in the morning. She still smelled faintly of skunk on her last day. 


Some of the best moments were when I was waking up, day sleeping for my overnight job, when she would come up on the bed and lay next to me and let me quietly stroke her head.

She was all too soon becoming a "grey muzzle".  It is just not fair that they don't live long enough.


She had one really cute trick in her, sitting up as my sister commented "like a poodle". So cute!

When we got her we did already have another dog, Monty, a Jack Russell Terrier. But he went to live with my Mother-in-Law during her final few years as she missed having a dog and liked him. Not long ago I brought another JRT into our lives, Oliver. They became bestest buds.


She was so very patient with him, even letting the short-haired dog snuggle up into her to keep warm. They've been pretty much obsessed with each other ever since. As I write this, the next morning, Oliver seems lost, wondering where his big sister is. 


Mutual competing for tossed snacks was mostly a friendly game.


She had not been showing any signs of disease, other than those first subtle indications of arthritis, common with aging. Rich informs me on the previous evening of her last day she did not eat all of the snack bones he gives both dogs as a night cap. In the morning I noticed she had slept on the floor by my side of the bed, which is unusual as she has a nice comfy kennel in the bedroom, complete with a thick dog mattress, and either sleeps in there, or jumps up onto the bed with us. She ate her breakfast that morning, and went outside like normal.


By late morning I noticed she was so much more subdued. I even briefly though I should go find some of the leftover dog pain medicine I had upstairs, and maybe she was just feeling achy, like I do most days. By early afternoon, Rich tried to take her outside. She laid down on the porch and would not move. OK, something serious is going on. I looked at her gums, and they were terribly pale. Bleeding somewhere! I called her vet and they let us bring her in right away.

They started an IV, gave her oxygen, took a blood panel, and assessed her non-invasive first. After her bloodwork, they did pull a syringe full of blood from her abdomen. Internal bleeding. We had already clearly confirmed that there was just NO WAY she had come into contact with any anti-coagulant rat poison. She lives in the house with us, and is never alone outside without us. It was the doctor's best guess without doing exploratory surgery or CAT scan (X-Ray would be useless in this situation) that she most likely had a tumor on her pancreas that had ruptured. She may be too weak for surgery, would most likely need a blood transfusion, and if surviving that would need chemo, all of which would probably only buy her a few short months. I decided instead to not put her through that.

She was peacefully released to walk over the "Rainbow Bridge" after a very tearful goodbye from Rich and Me. 
I wasn't ready to let her go so suddenly. 


She filled my home with love for almost 9 years. I may not have liked all the water she seemed to slop all over the floor with her abundant jowls, or the fur that balled up into dust bunnies just everywhere. If you vacated the bed and didn't flip the sheets back up, she would take the spot, then lick her paws excessively until she left a big wet spot on the bed. I will dearly miss her big goofy self. 

Be at Peace my Sweet Girl!  

You gave us so much love, and we loved you back.
I'm sorry your time with us was not as long as it could have been.


The above picture taken by Barbara O'brien when Gryphon was just a puppy. 
It so perfectly captures her sweet charm she carried with her during her whole life.

Sunday, February 25, 2024

At one week I was to take my wound bandage off. I couldn't wait any longer on Sunday night, one day shy of the week goal. The whole thing just felt . . . wet. It was, with my own wound secretions. I ended up pulling out some of my 2-weeks of growth leg hairs on the bottom and around the edges of the side as the adhesive had just melted into a very sticky mess. It feels good to have it off.  Now I can just keep it clean with changeable sterile dressings.  

The whole process of removing that first dressing reignited my leg pain. I went to bed by 6 pm and slept all night with my leg elevated. The morning found me feeling better.  

It's a journey!


 

Friday, February 23, 2024


On Thursday, February 22 I tried out my shower chair, surgery leg extended outside the shower. It felt good to wash my hair and get clean, and my wound stayed dry, but I still managed to get the floor all wet.

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Post-Op

As I work on this posting, I am Day 2 post-op, at home, fairly pain free, and just a bit groggy from one of two narcotics I'm allowed during the acute recovery phase from my surgery. Today is technically the first day of my 12-week leave, although for the first week I have to take P-Time. 

I'm on a schedule of Tylenol every 6 hours, and generic Celebrex, which is a prescription-strength NSAID, my favorite pain drug of choice pre-surgery. It works the best for arthritis. I am also on a twice daily low-dose aspirin for blood thinning, to reduce the possibility of blood clots in my legs, and a short course of anti-biotics, which is actually participating in a study of some kind that I agreed to. I also have available to me some anti-nausea medication, and stool softener, although so far I have not needed those.

By choice, I am pacing myself with the narcotics. At night I have to pretty much stick to a 4-hour window using one or the other as that is when pain is the worst. During the day I extend the 4-hour windows if I am able, instead also using stretching and massaging my leg, which helps, and also icing. I am normally a go-go-go kind of person. I need to discipline myself to not be in such a hurry for this. Tissues can only heal so fast.


This picture above was from the morning of surgery. I was in the pre-op area, fitted with my surgical gown, and getting my IV. Between these two pictures was all the rest of the procedure, for which I could not take any pictures. I was allowed to bring my cell phone with me, strapped to my arm, and I was listening to music through a new headset I bought for myself just for this situation. It was on "Do Not Disturb", so would not ring at any time while my surgeon, Dr. Perry, and his Team did their work. 

I am so thankful I live at a time and location where we do have advanced surgical methods that can replace a worn out joint, and anesthetic medicine so I was unaware of the entire process.  Once I arrived at the surgical suite, with the 8-10 people that were in the room, I was positioned to receive my spinal catheter, and shortly after it was all ZZZZZZZZZ for me. I woke up as they began to wheel me out of the surgery suite to make a quick stop at x-ray for updated pictures of my new knee.


Look at them!!  A whole new joint inserted.  How wonderful!


I then was moved to an orthopedic wing hospital room where I would complete my post-op progress, meet up with Rich, and get to eat and drink something. As I was working through my milestones for discharge I put my mascot shirt on, and also had given out a few of the stickers I had printed. The Physical Therapist was my last visitor, making sure I could stand up and move with a walker, and reviewed going up and down a short course of stairs so I could safely transition home. Then, with a pouch full of instructions, a quick stop by pharmacy for a bag FULL of drugs, I went home. Just like that!!


I'm sleeping a lot. It is what I should do. I have a wedge so my surgical leg is elevated when I sleep, and an ice machine to help keep the swelling down. Also, I have set up an hourly alarm on my phone to remind me to do my stretches. I have some home PT to accomplish. In a couple weeks I will have a follow-up to make sure I'm on track.

On Day 1 post op I was allowed to take the compression dressings off. I would return the outer wrap for sleeping, as compression also helps to reduce the likelihood of blood clots. In 1-week I will be able to take the bandage off and actually see my new scar.


For something which is a pretty major surgery, it was all routine and streamlined.

Wednesday, February 14, 2024


On Monday, February 19, I go "under the knife"!

I have been having left knee pain for longer than I can recall. I'm not sure exactly, don't remember, when it was first diagnosed, but I know it wasn't a problem before I came to Minnesota, so has to be post 2010. I don't even recall it being an issue for the first 5 years as I was working at Winona. I think it has come on since my time at Mayo, so post 2015. I measure time according to WHERE I work. It is usually the easiest measure to mark time for me. 

When I first received the diagnosis of advanced arthritis, I recall being surprised. The pain felt like I had possibly torn something, but no, it is just the ravages of time, slowly slicing away at youth. I have managed it mostly with steadily increasing amounts of daily anti-inflammatory medications, NSAIDS, with ibuprofen being the best, and topical applications. Mostly, it has been managed fairly well, not interfering with my ability to move, to work, and to enjoy my passion of falconry, albeit not to any kind of heroic level. I get around, but seldom run anywhere.

One of the first things I have asked my healthcare provider was if it could possibly be rheumatoid arthritis, as I have a positive maternal familial history for this. My mother, my aunt (her sister), and my grandfather all suffered from this disabling disease. There is a blood test for this. I have had it done twice, and both times it has come back negative. If twice, then I must have had an initial diagnosis when working at Winona, as I was under a different provider, different insurance, so maybe this all does date just prior to 2015. Anyway, it is apparently just good old-fashioned osteoarthritis . . . the inevitable injury of time and age and joints just wearing out. My most recent x-rays indicate my right knee is also affected, but it does not bother me nearly as bad as the left. The left has been a pain in my posterior for quite some time.

I did have fluid removed in 2019, steroid injections, and was fitted with and wore a professional knee/leg brace for awhile, but it healed up, and returned to its mostly tolerable level of pain. This all changed this last year between October and November.  Since that time I have consulted with Orthopedic Surgery, and have been approved for Left Total Knee Arthroplasty.  That's happening five days from now, from the writing of this post.  I still have three work shifts to finish up, then will be on medical leave until mid May. 

I am of a positive outlook, but still a bit nervous. This will be my first surgery that I can remember. I had tonsils removed probably around age 5 or so, I don't remember exactly, and definitely don't remember the details. After all my pre-op appointments a week ago, I decided I wanted a mascot for the whole affair, thus my cute little crippled crow up there. I have ordered a couple shirts for Rich and myself to wear as I am recovering. They should arrive by Thursday. 

The surgery is proposed to me to be "day surgery". That just seems nuts!! After the procedure, which my surgeon says will take about 45 minutes, I will be moved to recovery where I will awake from anesthesia, then be moved to a hospital room. If through the day I meet goals of being awake and able to stand and move with aids, and most likely also demonstrate an awake bladder and bowel (a nice way of saying able to urinate and/or defecate) I will be discharged home with care by Rich. This is all under the Mayo umbrella, but I will actually be admitted to Methodist, which is the hospital downtown right by the Clinic. I work at Saint Marys, the original founding hospital of Mayo, about a half mile West of downtown Rochester, but all orthopedic surgery happens and patients recover at Methodist. 

Here is a concise video of what will happen to my knee. This is a super cleaned up version. I have sought out actual procedure videos which are far more graphic. Let's just say I will be quite glad to be unconscious for all this. I don't want to hear the doctor sawing and pounding with hammers and drills, which he most definitely will be using.


Interestingly to me, he will be using a robotic-assisted device. There are several of them in use, but his surgeon team member who has met initially with me (Mayo is a teaching hospital, so there are always new "baby docs" learning everywhere) told me they use one called VELYS. It is a more precise way to map the area of bone to be excised, and allows for extremely minute balancing of the hardware being installed. I did find a long video demonstrating this. Watch at your own discretion. This does show an actual surgery with exposed bones. Not everyone's cup of tea! While uploading it to this blog post I also find it is "age restricted" so you will have to follow the link to watch it.


I found this very interesting video below presented by a Mayo Orthopedic Surgeon from Jacksonville, Florida from 11 years ago. It covers some of my journey, although I never did the rooster comb injection.  Also, the technology must have improved since then, as I am told my surgery will take about 45 minutes, and the plan is that I will NOT stay in the hospital but discharge the same day, if goals are met. 


I am also amazed that I will not be under general anesthesia. In other words, I'm not going to be totally konked out! I will be having an epidural for pain management, and will be administered a "twilight" medication, so will snooze through the procedure, monitored carefully by an anesthesiologist, but in a possibly arousable state.  !!??  I trust this will be fairly similar to the colonoscopy I had a few years ago. I don't remember any of that either. It must be a drug that puts you into a sleepy state where you don't lay down any memories. Possibly Midazolam. Maybe I'll find out exactly what that drug is this next week.  Either way, I asked, and was told YES that I may wear a headset and listen to music, so, that is what I'm going to do!

Here is a very extensive video of placement of an epidural and/or spinal. WARNING - LOTS OF NEEDLES! The medical professional in me finds these kinds of videos very interesting! Respiratory Therapists are usually under the jurisdiction of the Anesthesia department, with a Medical Director in that field, although my own range of practice doesn't rub elbows with them. Patients under general anesthesia are intubated and on a ventilator operated and monitored either by an Anesthesiologist (doctor) or CRNA (nurse anesthetist), as that form of anesthesia does eliminate the respiratory drive. The kind of anesthesia I will be receiving will not require intubation, so will be much less invasive.


What more can I say here!  I will be under the care of some of the best doctors and nurses. After all, it is Mayo Clinic! I have trust in their skills and abilities. Since my approval for surgery I have found other people who have had the surgery, and they are all positive about their improved health. 

I do so hope I have excellent outcomes, and will return to mobility and less/no pain.  Losing this falconry season was very distressing. Hopefully this next season I will be fit on a new knee and a spring in my step.