I absolutely do remember you. Trish, right? My bad for not attending shul more often--seems I'm always gigging, out of town, or both (or Gordy's in a show I need to see and cheer him on). They have services here, but at 3 on Friday, and Orthodox to boot.should be interesting if I'm not stuck in afternoon PT.
Go for it. As much as I'm kvetching right now, it DOES improve. Got a different therapist this morning who, though just as intense, let me call the shots, listened to my complaints and went more slowly. Less of a drill sergeant and more of a coach.
As to the decision to have the surgeries, both my knees were bone on bone--the left one since 2006, but the right one was worse all over (and the tibial plateau in danger of disintegrating, requiring some hardware removal & reinforcement); so we did that one first. Can't say it was a piece of cake but a year later it's better than it was when Gordy had his Bar Mitzvah (1997). Did a lot of home and outpatient PT once released, and it made a world of difference. Am hoping I reach that "aaahh, that's more like it" point (where the muscles loosen and the fluids begin to dissipate) not much later than last year. Pain mgmt is better today--we doubled the Opana and halved the Norco, with Tramadol when I need it).
Gonna practice some scales & chord progressions so I don't lose my calluses; then take a catnap before aft. PT. I hope you've got a good surgeon--we'll compare notes. Meanwhile I'll sing a Mi Sheberach for you.
Wanna talk "small world?" The woman next to me on the NuStep in PT this morning was married to Bob Gibson (the folksinger, not the pitcher). Didn't get much of a chance to talk before we were both whisked back to our rooms; wondering if I should tell her of Rick Neely's recent passing? Gibson gave him his prized Božo 12-string.