Meet Andrew

It all started during the summer of 2017. I was in my driveway practicing softball when i stepped out to catch a ball and slipped, twisting my knee in. My kneecap dislocated and I had the worst pain I had ever felt. When I stood up it popped back in but it was very swollen and still hurt with every movement. I went to a doctor, got an mri, and was told nothing was wrong and I would be fine. In February 2018 I went to another doctor in the cities. As soon as she look at my mri her mouth dropped. I had 3 different tears in my knee. I had tore my medial patellar femoral ligament (mpfl), Medical collateral ligament), and my medial minisus. But by then my quad had shut itself down and I had to begin 9 months of physical therapy. The day that my quad reached 93 percent my surgery was scheduled for November 1st 2018. I was very nervous. She was going to clean out the tear in my minucus, give me a new mpfl with my hamstring graft, and repair my mcl with dissoluble stitches. The morning of I was sitting in the hospital and freaking out in the inside. But on the outside I was trying to play it cool in front of my family. The minute I was wheeled into the operating room I started having a panic attack. I was crying like a baby and was trying to delay everything by asking stupid questions like "how do you heat up your blankets" My anesthesiologist knew that I wanted to become a anesthesiologist and he let my knock myself out. I remember asking if this was propofol and how fast to push it in. Then the last thing I remember was him saying keep pushing over and over again. When I woke up I wanted food and I was talking a bunch of random. I took selfies with everyone I saw and then started crying. Apparently I had yet another panic attack about who knows what. I do not remember this in the slightest. I was in a ton of pain and all I wanted was to go home and be with my cat. When I got home that was the first thing I had done. 12 days later my first post-op appointment came. I was told that my hamstring was to inflamed to do a graft so she went to the fridge, took a jar out, disinfected it, and slapped in it. I thought she was joking so I started laughing. But it turns out she was completely serious. I was so freaked out I couldn't handle knowing that there was a dead person in me. My uncal tri8ed lightening the mood that night my naming my dead guy Andrew Bendeclivich. I was still very freaked out about it and didn't like it at the moment. But it turns out Andrew has really grown on me. He will always be there weather I want him there or not. I may have gotten complex regional pain syndrome (CRPS) from him but we are going to have to deal with it. In the beginning it was going to be a very long recover. But now with crps it seems like its just going to get longer. I am so thankful for getting my knee fixed but I cannot wait to not have to relay on everyone for the simplest things.