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So, if you’ve been following the twitters you know that my delightful husband, The Engineer, was away on business last week and while away, he injured his knee and had to have emergency knee surgery in Colorado Springs, CO. The surgery was on Sunday, he flew home on Monday and I’ve been watching over him since then.
Well.. yesterday we took him to his first PT appointment and our wonderful PT ( I mean it… WONDERFUL. LIVE SAVINGLY WONDERFUL) decided that before he did any work on the Engineer’s knee, he was going to has him checked out for blood clots. They say that there are three things that cause clots (besides lifestyle choices): Injury, Surgery, and Flying. The Engineer had done all THREE in the last 72 hours.
Thank God we had him checked out and had an ultrasound performed because they found that the two big veins behind his knee were completely blocked with multiple clots. Had they not known and he performed the PT as prescribed, they could have loosened a clot and .. well.. we won’t go there.
So the day that was suppose to be a 2 hour PT appointment turned into a 8 hour trip ending at the ER.
Here we are… we know there are blood clots in the knee but we’re still up beat. I mean.. the check-in to the ER was so smooth and quick!!
He decides to test out the floor space in the triage room. At one point he was even using one of his crutches as an “air guitar”.
It’s all fun and games until:
- The ER doctor gets stern with you and your husband for not taking things seriously
- You’ve been in the ER for 4 hours and the last time you ate anything was 6 hours prior to that
- It’s cold, your tired, your husband is tired and uber cranky, and you just want to figure out what’s going on
Finally, the ER doctor told us that since the clots are below his knee, he at less of a risk of having one migrate to a vital organ than if the clots were above his knee. They told us to wait until the admitting Doctor came to check on us to release us.
TWO hours and 2 Buddy’s BBQ plates for dinner later, he finally got released.
They put the husband on blood thinner, gave him strict instruction to “TAKE IT EASY” and sent us home.
Where we are now. Cleaning up the DRV and taking it easy.
