I’ve decided to blog or post a picture everyday for a month as part of my desire to begin some new disciplines in my life. I cannot promise that everyday will be interesting to the eight people who read this, but if I can reach 25% I’ll be content.

I’m 18 days post operative on my knee and life is getting easier. Breaking in a new knee is like breaking in shoes that are a size to small. The muscles, ligaments and tendons which surround the new knee have endured a major assault from the surgery so they are very sore. There’s also the fact that the old knee caused the tissues around it to compensate for the knee’s weakness. Consequently, the knee is stiff. It feels odd under my skin and the thigh muscles are weak from walking around with my worn out knee.

I begin out patient physical therapy today and I know it will be painful. The last time my therapist would lie tome regularly during the workout with the encouraging words, “Just one more.” This is short hand for in physical therapist language for “One more set of 10 repetitions.” Even if when I thought I had broken the secret code of the physical therapist she would Change the meeting of the instruction.

Two years ago when I had my left knee replaced there was a prisoner from the county jail in his orange jumpsuit who was on the same therapy schedule that I was on. He had an injured shoulder. A deputy would stand next to him while he worked out with the therapist. I wondered in my less coherent moment what kind of kind of crime he committed deserved this severe of a punishment. I also worried that if I didn’t complete my exercises if the deputy would use his sidearm on me. It made for a comical scene the deputy, the inmate and all of the half recuperated knee patients icing down their still joints at the end of our therapy session.

Here is today’s quote picture of Ginger. I’ll soon be buying her a wardrobe of clothes if I spend anymore time with her. Be well.