The knee prosthesis is, thankfully, fine, but the left medial hamstring is not very happy. This is therapist lingo, in case you were wondering. I really don't know diddly about such things. But I am learning. Oh boy, am I learning. I had deep tissue "massage" as my dear therapist, Che Che, calls it. I nearly came off the table. It was not massage, it was torture. And to think my insurance pays for that. And while insurance may pay the cash cost, but I paid in groans, signs, and repressed screams. It was torture. Plain and simple.
As a result of this, I have earned myself a few days on the walker. I was so proud of the fact that at Day 12 Post Op, I was on the cane.
Oh well, you know that Scripture: "Pride goeth before a fall..."
Well I just proved it to be true.
Signed Humbled and Hurting (but not too much!)