The right knee is gone and I have a bright shinny new one in its place, or so they tell me. It looks like my old knee with a very long scar. The in home therapists should be here in about two hours. I am not sure what this is going to consist of but I don’t think it will be fun. My legs hurt and are very weak. I have not been up stairs since the second knee replacement and have not had good nights sleep in the past three. I can tell things are getting better and I am grateful for that. The day after the surgery the physical therapist came into the room to get me out of bed. I was scheduled to go home Wednesday. They had given me a nerve block to help deal with the pain and it worked great. I felt nothing. Anyway I stood up and nothing worked I went crashing to the floor (the look on the therapist face was priceless) and I was everywhere. This did hurt just a little. Knees seem to work. I looked at them and they were bent one going one-way and one going another. Nurses came running into the room clamoring on the best way to get me off the floor. They went with getting a towel under my butt and a bunch of little hands grabbing corners to lift me up to a stool, a chair and then the bed. I told them I was not leaving the hospital until the next day. I here to tell you that mom and the bride could not handle me if I went down at home, they would have to 911 my butt.

My plans were to take the month of November off but I may just take of to the first of the year.