Knee Replacement: Eight Months Later

The improvements now are much more slow than before. Nevertheless, the improvements continue. I can finally crouch, painful though it is. In addition to the massage therapy, I've begun forcing the flexion on my own. Several times a day, I kick up my foot behind me and let it rest on a low counter. Then I force a little more bend than I'm used to. Then I hold it. This seems to be working wonders. The way I see it, I've had limited flexion for many decades. It will take some time to regain some of that back. I don't know that I will ever have the bend of my natural knee. It's not something that keeps me up at night by any means.

People tell me I don't surf like I've got a fake joint.

Waves show me no mercy when I get caught on the inside.

I don't have a handicapped parking placard (although it would come in handy at breaks with difficult parking).

I can run if chased.

End of story. While I don't intend to stop talking about the fact that I've had a joint replaced, I see no reason to continue doing monthly updates. I'm better than I've been in a long time—meaning I recognize that the thing I'd feared for the past few years (that is, knee replacement) has come and gone without my life changing drastically.