Well, would you look at that... it has been a month!
In that month's time, I've turned forty years old. The knee is slowly, sloooooowly getting better. We went from having warm weather in the 80s (Fahrenheit) to having a low last night of 25 Fahrenheit.
Turning forty wasn't as much of a traumatic experience as one might think. It wasn't the number so much as it was my actual birthday went pretty much un-acknowledged by the people who live in my house. The day before my birthday, my parents took me and the disabled guy out to dinner. They gave me cash- enough cash to buy a new pair of Doc Martens boots. That was a big deal to me. Why didn't they take us out on the day OF my birthday? Because that was also the night of the high school's Homecoming Dance. Every kid and his girlfriend would be out to dinner that night. My mom is still gimping along using a walker. A crowded restaurant with a bunch of screaming teen-agers is not a good place to take a diabetic who uses a walker.
The morning of my birthday, I awoke to two birthday cards. I even uploaded a video of one of the cards- it was that good of a card.
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=63787222
But I digress...
My knee recovery is plodding along like I'd expect. Well, like I'd expect NOW, after the realism set into my brain and I stopped being that doofy"thumbs up" person in those photos taken before the surgery. I've got a blog about my scar- on the blogspot, "FrogFeathers and Fronkensteen" and so on.
One thing I'm not enjoying about the whole daily swelling thing. With the onset of cooler weather, I don't swell with my "unexplained edema" so much, but my surgical leg still does. Today's swelling is about half of the "normal" kind of swelling I put up with. And no matter what kind of day I'm having pain or swelling wise, my ankle puffs up. You can see the puffed ankle on the left of this picture. The reason the other side didn't puff up and there's a clear dent in the lower leg where it meets the ankle is because I took this photo right after I took off my Docs.
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I'm going to physical therapy in Madison now- for my shoulder. Luckily, I DON'T have arthritis there. Its more likely just bursitis, tendinitis... one of those "itis" boys, but not the permanent arth-kind. They physical therapy is not so demanding- nothing like the PT I had to go through with Steve Austin and Fronkensteen.
I should have made up some drawings to explain what's wrong with my shoulder. In fact, I just might... yes... maybe I'll do it and edit them in later... or even just post another blog with the pictures. I know you'd appreciate it. The drawings I did for my knee and foot problems were oh-so-helpful.
And now I leave you with that anticipation... wait for it... waaaaiiiit for it...
In that month's time, I've turned forty years old. The knee is slowly, sloooooowly getting better. We went from having warm weather in the 80s (Fahrenheit) to having a low last night of 25 Fahrenheit.
Turning forty wasn't as much of a traumatic experience as one might think. It wasn't the number so much as it was my actual birthday went pretty much un-acknowledged by the people who live in my house. The day before my birthday, my parents took me and the disabled guy out to dinner. They gave me cash- enough cash to buy a new pair of Doc Martens boots. That was a big deal to me. Why didn't they take us out on the day OF my birthday? Because that was also the night of the high school's Homecoming Dance. Every kid and his girlfriend would be out to dinner that night. My mom is still gimping along using a walker. A crowded restaurant with a bunch of screaming teen-agers is not a good place to take a diabetic who uses a walker.
The morning of my birthday, I awoke to two birthday cards. I even uploaded a video of one of the cards- it was that good of a card.
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=63787222
But I digress...
My knee recovery is plodding along like I'd expect. Well, like I'd expect NOW, after the realism set into my brain and I stopped being that doofy"thumbs up" person in those photos taken before the surgery. I've got a blog about my scar- on the blogspot, "FrogFeathers and Fronkensteen" and so on.
One thing I'm not enjoying about the whole daily swelling thing. With the onset of cooler weather, I don't swell with my "unexplained edema" so much, but my surgical leg still does. Today's swelling is about half of the "normal" kind of swelling I put up with. And no matter what kind of day I'm having pain or swelling wise, my ankle puffs up. You can see the puffed ankle on the left of this picture. The reason the other side didn't puff up and there's a clear dent in the lower leg where it meets the ankle is because I took this photo right after I took off my Docs.
I'm going to physical therapy in Madison now- for my shoulder. Luckily, I DON'T have arthritis there. Its more likely just bursitis, tendinitis... one of those "itis" boys, but not the permanent arth-kind. They physical therapy is not so demanding- nothing like the PT I had to go through with Steve Austin and Fronkensteen.
I should have made up some drawings to explain what's wrong with my shoulder. In fact, I just might... yes... maybe I'll do it and edit them in later... or even just post another blog with the pictures. I know you'd appreciate it. The drawings I did for my knee and foot problems were oh-so-helpful.
And now I leave you with that anticipation... wait for it... waaaaiiiit for it...