Red gets a knee
Okay, I've been in a funk. A real big, honkin, deep, close to depressed, funk. Compared to a weather phenomenon, I'd say I'm way past the tropical depression and into the full blown hurricane. I've even decided to give it a name. Because this is the first overwhelming physical disturbance I've encountered in years, and since it's my very own storm and I can attach any moniker to it I want, I will name my storm Anee. It took Anee 45 years to materialize but when she hit, she hit hard.
I was in a car crash when I was 19 years young and let me tell you, knees are not constructed to withstand an impact with a car's dash board at speeds of 55 mph. So, after a crushed fibula and a broken femur, held together with surgical steel, slotted, pan head, wood screws, Anee progressed from the occassional breeze of aches to the storm of intense pain.
When my leg was repaired many years ago, the technology was yesterday's cutting edge but that didn't keep my poor, once straight, strong femur bone from ending up shaped like a banana. I suppose the weird angle is the cause of all the stress on my knee and wearing away of the cushioning cartilege.
Oh, but unlike the big blow of the mighty winds, there's more than the Red Cross to help me overcome Anee. Yeh. It's called knee replacement. I hear it's quite painful for a few days, maybe weeks, but the prospect of getting my very own, new and improved knee somehow makes it worth a little more pain.
I've been without a knee cap for years and intend to see if the doctor will maybe throw in a new one for free while he's at it. Wonder what it would look like.
Anyway, surgery on Aug 22, then I'll be off work for a month or so. Just think of all the blogging I can do! Hope someone reads my spot and keeps me company through my ordeal, maybe feels a little sorry for me, or better yet, makes me laugh once-in-awhile.