Synvisc-One Injection

      Friday I received a phone call from Dr. Cochran's office telling me that my insurance had approved my synvisc-one injection. I was kinda hoping that they had forgotten because needles are not my favorite thing in the world. The cherry on top is that they will have to drain all the fluid from my knee before I can have the injection.

Have fun draining that!

     Basically this injection helps to regulate the fluid in your knee and lubricate and cushion the joint. This injection is a gel-like substance that is made from hyaluronan that comes from chicken combs (how delightful & disgusting). Hyaluronan is actually found in the human body within the joints and acts as a cushion for the joint and allows the joint to work properly.

Yummy injections!

     Although this procedure is important for the health of my knee I Am Not Excited and will require hours of Netflix, Pinterest, and maybe a small paleo brownie. I am required to be off my feet for 48 hours after the injection which for me is a little difficult. So Friday morning Steven and I will go to the doctor with caffeinated smiles on our faces. I plan on wearing red lipstick because why the hell not. If I have to feel like crap then I might as well look cute. I also plan on taking pictures and videos to upload in my next blog post. Spoiler Alert this will not be fun. Happy Weekend Y'all!

Life is too short not to laugh. #Funny

The Universe has Spoken

     I have an update on the pitt bull that I blogged about yesterday and she has been adopted by a very nice family. Even though I was highly disappointed by this news I was also glad that she found a home that would adore her. It is so hard for a pitt to find a good home due to all the negativity surrounding this breed. The Midland Animal Shelter has several female pitts that still need great homes, so everyone in the Odessa/Midland Area needs to check them out! These sweet girls are a one dog family and do not get along with other dogs but they Love kids. We already have a male rottweiler mix so we are unable to adopt one of  the female pitts the shelter has.

Check out the Midland Animal Shelter here:  http://www.lonestarsanctuary.org/

    My personal feeling is that the universe helped to conspire to get the blue pitt a loving home and that another dog might be The One for me. This situation has also made me think about my sweet pitt mix Catfish who lives with my parents and our female faun pitt Bindy Sue. I have seriously been considering having Catfish live with me and Steven. He would need to get along with my brother in law's dog Rodney. This dog came by his ridiculous name because he is just a Bubba who loves to be petted and chase butterflies. Thus my mama named him Catfish. Any suggestions on the Catfish situation y'all? Leave comments below please and thank you!

   

Bindy sue

Pit Bull Love

     I have fallen head over heels in love y'all!! The object of my affection is a 2 year old female blue pit bull that is currently living at the Midland animal shelter.

    
   Look at that face begging to be loved and understood. If you live in the Odessa/Midland area then you need to check her out, she deserves a great home and loving parents. I am going to see her tomorrow and find out if she is as sweet as I have heard to be. Anyone who knows me understands that I am a sucker for a pitt bull. I have raised them for a good portion of my life and love my Bindy Sue dearly. So I spoke with my hubby and he has graciously allowed me to adopt her if she indeed is The One for me. Stay tuned for details y'all!!

Adventures of the kneecap

     Holy swelling batman! This week was a test for my knee and how much stress it can handle, that I received a C+ in. After 12 1/2 hours spent at the lovely campus of +The University of Texas of the Permian Basin I get home and removed my brace/corset to find a very swollen and angry knee. Icing, rest, icing, and singing soft kitty helped to alleviate some of the swelling but not all. This song and dance continued the rest of the week. So today at PT I get through all my exercises without too much trouble. Bobby came over to my table to stretch and manipulate my knee which isn't a big deal. As he is manipulating the swelling he accidently popped my kneecap out of its tracking. This is our conversation:

Bobby "Oh man, are you ok?!
Me "Totally, its fine. Could you push my kneecap back in place"?
Bobby "Seriously"?
Me "Yeah dude, use your thumb. No big deal"

    Yes I am ridiculous but the thumb manipulation worked and the pain began to subside. Just another day at PT in which I ask for the hundredth time for someone to drain my knee. Or at least give me a syringe and let me do it myself.

      What I have learned is that I am not superwoman and working only 16 hours a week will probably have to be the norm. My knee is healing fairly well and I it is irresponsible of me to ask more of it than what is reasonable. One day I will scale mountains but for now I will simply sing soft kitty to my knee.

Good food and trash tv

Are these gorgeous or what?!

 

     The above mentioned brussel sprouts are in the oven right now with some bacon, olive oil, pepper, and garlic. I love an easy meal after physical therapy and of course I have to watch "Courtney Loves Dallas". I didn't want to like her but I am grudgingly becoming a fan. Is it too much to ask Steven to buy me most of the clothes in Courtney's closet? 

     

I love torture

     Physical therapy Tuesday morning had a special surprise just for lil ol' me. Along with badass looking surgical scars I have also accrued scar tissue. The PT guys find scar tissue to be a very affront against their delicate nature. "We need to get rid of it" "you really need to start massaging the scar tissue and make it go away". I am great at following directions and began working on my scar tissue. The PT guys thought I was doing a lousy job so they happily demonstrated how this tissue should be handled. Kevin and his meat hook sized hands brought out my inner yogi as I tried not to scream in pain. Apparently scar tissue is like a bully and only responds to force, a lot of force. He worked on my knee for about ten minutes and attacked every scar. I stared at the wall and breathed in deeply while thinking of chocolate. Chocolate can help in almost any situation. I survived the scar tissue ordeal with a smile on my face and didn't knock anyone out. Go me!

    Physical therapy isn't all unicorns and rainbows, unfortunately it is a painful process that takes old fashioned hard work. This being my second transplant means I have a ton riding on this newly acquired ligament. Even though this recovery has been much better than the first go around I am anxious that my darling Hertha will fail too. Ok, I have had my pity party and I am done now. To chase the blues away I might roast brussel sprouts and bacon, just to hear Steven whine. It really is the little things in life.

This depiction is legit.