I got the 18 staples that were holding my right leg together removed. Amazingly, it made me feel better mentally (nice to have the big bandage gone) and physically (my leg moves more freely.)
Behold! This is Franken-Knee, the eight inch gash on my leg. You can see from this photo that the surgeon used staples, but pretty blue buttons would have looked much nicer, don’t you think?
(Actually, the photoshopped buttons are covering the really gross scabby parts of the incision. You’re welcome.)
Now my knee just has nice little clear bandaids that will fall off over time. My job now is to concentrate on rehab, which I think will be even better now since my knee feels much more bendy without the metal bits (or imaginary blue buttons.)
After the nurse removed my staples, the physician’s assistant examined my leg (bending it at one point in such a way that I may have screamed like a little bitch) and he said my range of motion is already very good. It should be for as hard as I have been working on it, but that guy could warn me when he’s about to do a wicked stretch.
I see the doctor again after the Fourth of July holiday. Until then, my mission in life is to do lots and lots of bending, flexing and stretching.