I am 6 days post-op, and my knee bend is at 100 degrees. Ta-da! With the other leg at this time, I was only at 93. It has been a long day. I still hurt. INR-1.6. PT-15.8.
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Monday, June 9, 2008: The day I became old.
Nurse Lynn came by early this morning to do her thing. Bloodwork is good. Knee is good. Pain is still here.
We were discussing my pain, and she looked right at me and with a straight face uttered these words: "You're not a spring chicken anymore."
I want the complaint department! This just can't be. Me? Old? No way. Why, I'm only 52. That's young, right? Old is like 95 or something. I think she just hadn't had her coffee yet and was a bit rattled because it is Monday. Yes, that's it.
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