Let's see, what's new and noteworthy? In November I had some injuries that resulted in my knee finally failing completely. When I was younger, about 16, I was told by a doctor that if I didn't slow down and start watching out for my knees (I was a somewhat clumsy, but serious, athlete) that I would end up in a wheelchair by the time I was 40. I showed him! I didn't slow down, and I didn't end up in that wheelchair until I was 44...Take that, Doc! My tibia, patella and femur had fused together (it's supposed to be impossible, but then my body is made up of oddities like extra roots in teeth and blood vessels in my eyes). Luckily I found a surgeon who was willing to do a complete knee replacement. Prognosis wasn't good, so my staggeringly successful recovery has left my surgeon feeling more godlike than ever. Fair enough. I'll give him that. DH (Darlin' Husband) was a male Florence Nightingale through it all. How many men would take on all he did? It almost excuses some of his past behaviour...almost. To be fair, now that I see that in writing, I should excuse all past indiscretions...I mean, he dealt with my crying in pain, my inability to get out of a hospital bed set up in the downstairs living room...he even emptied my commode. That deserves a clean slate more than anything else I can think of.
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