Three weeks ago, I had a total knee replacement, and I couldn't go see my little daughter, Shelley. When I finally got there, she remembered me, and we had a good day. I was so happy she remembered!
I'm glad the surgery is over and I'm on the road to recovery, but my-oh-my, that is a painful ordeal. We take our knees for granted.
The doctor says I'm doing well, so does the physical therapist. I'll take their word for it, but goodness gracsious! It hurts.
Hubby has done a good job of taking care of me. He's even provided meals!
It's almost Halloween, and my neightbor put up his skeleton. This thing stares at us from across the street and has better knees than me. He has good bones.