Thanks so much, everyone, for all the wonderful good wishes! I hadn't expected that and they are so nice to read.
I have heard from several people elsewhere online, as well as SumDay and Moemg above in this thread, that (surprisingly) the CPM machine is actually not a medieval torture device after all and in fact is helpful. So despite my initial horror at the idea of hooking my knee up to such a machine, I do plan to try it and give it a chance.
Today I went to the following:
1) "
Joint class" (educational class for joint replacement patients). It was pretty useless but they gave me a spiral bound booklet with all the information in it and I will review it later to make sure I didn't miss anything.
2)
Nursing staff interview: The joint class was followed by a private interview by a nurse taking down my medical history and each family member's medical history, plus an explanation of what to expect at every stage, plus just everything else imaginable.
3)
Anaesthesia interview: Next was another private interview by a nurse anaesthetist, wanting to know in detail about things like prior experiences with anesthetics, seizures, allergies, any removable dental appliances (I had none), and so on, blah blah blah.
4)
Lab work: That was followed by lab technicians doing even more lab work on me. I thought I had had it all done, but there were a couple of tests that had been missed. Plus, they measured my height and weight so that they could compute my BMI. I was thrilled to see that my weight was a couple of pounds lower than I had expected, but not so thrilled that my height, which has always been 5'9", is now 5'8". I guess this means I am officially older than dirt.
All of this took four hours, and between each I had to walk several times the maximum distance that I can walk with this crummy knee. All this walking was in hallways in the same building, but I had to stop and sit in my walker to rest before continuing more than once. They offered me a wheelchair but like a fool I refused to take them up on it. I was so glad that F was with me every step of the way to give me courage and strength. If I had been alone I think I would have just dissolved into tears of exhaustion and pain (being basically a total weakling).
By the time we got home, my pain was through the roof
but I DID IT and as exhausted as I am, that is a glorious, victorious feeling - - - because now, there is no reasonable chance of further obstacles keeping this surgery from happening as scheduled.
F drove me home, got me into my recliner, got my ice machine going for me, and then brought me lunch. What a man! Wow. Guys, if you want to know how to impress your woman, F is a perfect example to follow.
One week from today and I will have a new knee.