This was an atypical knee replacement story because I have MS that caused complications none of the top docs I went to anticipated. Shame on them. They made my life a living he#$ since the November 20 surgery. I went to Brigham and Women's Hospital in Boston, in case ya wanna know. During both of my stays there, great attempts were made to kill me. Huh, fooled them, I got out alive. If you are going for a joint replacement in Boston, go to New England Baptist.
So, last week I achieved the set goal for "my bend," a disappointing 110 degrees (I always want more!) but there was too much damage and now too much metal to go much further. I may with time get to 115. No more curling up like a pretzel, which at 5 feet tall is what you have to do to sit on most couches, cuz they aren't built for shorties like me.
|Not pretty, but bending! Here it is, crossed over my left leg, man that feels good.|
|The bend! From this angle it looks pretty good.|