Well, "resurfaced" would be a more apt description in my opinion.
The professional sadists ... uh, "physical therapists" ... had me up on a walker in the recovery room shortly after I woke up from surgery. The first one told me to walk down the hall, turn around, and come back ... and that he would be timing me. So, I took off, and the first therapist quickly said, "Hey, slow down ... this isn't a race!" I responded, "You said I was being timed." The second therapist said, "You're competitive, aren't you?" I said, "Yeah, of course ... what gave me away?" They sent me to the next recovery room where they gave me an Oxy pill, watched me for another hour or so, and then sent me home.
The knee is still a little stiff (can bend it about 90 degrees), but no pain. I've been walking around the house with a walker with no troubles ... actually, could walk around without the walker, but they don't want me to take a chance of falling in the early going. I have my first torture (physical therapy) session later this afternoon.
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