I am almost at my three year TKR anniversary. While it's much better than it was before, rainy humid days still suck.
Wean yourself from the meds as soon as you can and listen to your physical therapy coach.
Will do and thank you. Constant pain wears me down. I couldn't mow the grass. Even grocery shopping hurt.
This gettin old sucks doesn't it?
I've had seven knee surgeries including the TKR. Two ankle surgeries, one wrist surgery, and a plate in my ribcage.
Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse.
OR
Live fast, somehow survive into your 50s, and donate your body to science.
Dam, they carved you up like a catfish.
At this point I think selling my body to the scrap recycler is the fams most lucrative option. :)
I joke but compared to the rest of modern medicine ortho doctors are doing some amazing work. Psych is still in its stone age. Ortho put me back on my feet.
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