Today is the two-year anniversary of the first surgery on my left knee. In the past 24 months, I have attended roughly 150 physical therapy sessions (not counting daily work on my own), had three more surgeries, suffered from one systemic staph infection, and gone through 8 physical therapists. I still can’t go down stairs […]
Today is the two-year anniversary of the first surgery on my left knee. In the past 24 months, I have attended roughly 150 physical therapy sessions (not counting daily work on my own), had three more surgeries, suffered from one systemic staph infection, and gone through 8 physical therapists. I still can’t go down stairs comfortably.
It’s a horribly depressing anniversary, but there’s not much I can do about it except keep working hard on the knee, keep doing my rehab, hoping for the best. Ad Astra Per Aspera, etc.