Re-Knee-ed
Four days ago I got a new right knee. Same hospital, different surgeon. And the best I can say is that I'm really, really glad I'm not a centipede. Or even a quadruped. I wasn't eager to do it; I still remembered how unpleasant the first knee was twenty-two months ago. But it had to be done and I was eager to be on the other side of it. And now here I am. In the total scheme of things, it's a little bit early. Joe is still slowed down by his cardiac rehab and while he's trying diligently to be a good nurse, it's a struggle for him. Our neighbors, our family, friends have been wonderful (someone is out there even as I type, plowing the snow that has been accumulating all day). I'm managing my medicines, trying not to take too much of the oxy, and my nurse is doing the meals and doing a damn good job of it, too. Telling ourselves that a month from now, all will be back to whatever normal is supposed to be. So there's not a lot to blog about. But two thing...
