OMG. Longest hour of my life. Well, maybe initial TKR recovery and labor sans proper meds...but you get the idea.
My medical group has PT do staple removal. Never again.
He proceeded to measure my ROM. I couldn't bend it much, around 60*.
PT: "Not good, Julie! If it doesn't get better (you know what's coming!) you're going to need a manipulation under anesthesia. That's where they knock you out and..."
Me out loud: "I know what it is!!!"
Me in my head: "

"
He then started to bend my leg.

I had to tell him, twice, to stop and let me do it.
Then he had me work on extension and put a towel under my heel and left me there.
Thankfully my husband was with me and he removed the towel when I had enough (about 90 seconds).
To prep my knee for staple removal, the PT put electrical stimulation and ice on my knee. He had me lie down on my back and for some reason I was incredibly uncomfortable and in pain. He did put a roller under my legs, but I was still miserable. I tried to not be a wuss, but I had tears and a lot of "help me Jesus!"
Fifteen loooooong minutes later, he took the staples out. I kept my eyes covered and had to remind myself to breathe. The removal stung and a few hurt a bit, but compared to the earlier misery, not terrible.
I have my entire incision covered by steri strips (is that what they're called?) because it was spread a bit in a couple places.
My hubby was wonderful and I'm home with my jammies on, ice machine cranking, and Sox on TV. Hopefully the Giants will give me something to cheer about.