On Trursday of this week I successfully finished up my tenth episode of therapy for a problem in my knee. Although the knee is artificial, the bone just below it is real, and somehow I managed to fracture it. The therapy was designed to build up the muscles that make the knee operate once the fractured bone is healed. I felt good enough to be released from therapy, but if I feel the need to, I can return for more.
- But being "released" didn't exactly fix everything. Somehow, I also managed to pull my hamstring. The therapist discovered it when I complained about the pain that was not associated with the therapy prescription, but he dutifully treated it as well to speed up the healing process.
Meanwhile, my lower back really started acing up. I'll have to visit the orthopedic surgeon again to see what he suggests. I'm pretty sure one of the slower ways of solving my back pain is to lose 75 pounds. But I'm more prone to go for the lumbar epidural steroid injection, and if that doesn't work, go with Plan B - back to the therapy center.
My friend Emmilee, likes to remind us that "Getting old is not for Sissies." But "Not" getting old is worse.
Meanwhile, I will be seeing (pun intended) my ophthalmologist on Tuesday to discuss a laser procedure that will clear up some haze on my cataract lens. My Retina Specialist, suggested it to my ophthalmologist. It would be wonderful to be able to see well enough to drive again, watch TV, and make sawdust.
We'll see....
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