The great two-week check up has come and gone--successfully. Whew--what a relief! My surgeon, Dr. M, is a great guy with an encouraging and calming bedside manner, but I think he's also very honest and no-nonsense. His word to describe how I am progressing: beautifully. He said I was doing beautifully, that my flexibility was well more than 90 and although my extension is just shy of 0, he didn't seem to think that was a problem because, as he said, my right knee and leg had been in worse shape to begin with. The x-rays all showed that everything was in place and working properly (and my, oh my--did they make me twist and bend my knee into various contortions for the x-rays!). The nurse took out my stitches, of course, and put steri-strips on the incision, but the incision really was minimal. It's amazing they could do all that with such a small incision. So, it was a successful visit to the doctor and now I need to work hard at PT so that when I go back in six weeks, I'll have a flex of 120 at which point I can be declared fully functional. There's nothing like having a goal!
Once we left the doctor's office, we drove to a nearby grocery to get a few treats for lunch and a stack of seltzer, then came home, had lunch, and had a quiet afternoon. I read and dozed, and Stan cleaned up my car preparatory to a big day tomorrow, but you'll just have to wait and hear about that tomorrow. We had a visit from our across-the-street neighbors late in the afternoon, then Stan cooked a quick little dinner. We ate, watched TV, talked to older son, and that's plenty of excitement for one day, don't you think?
Tomorrow may--or may not--be a big day. You'll see....
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