Yesterday, my new knees had their six month birthday. It is hard to believe it's been six months since I last experienced the wonderful sensation**read heavy sarcasm here**of bone on bone pain.
Those who know me know I waited to get the new knees because of being caregiver to my Mom, who has advanced dementia. I would do it again, wait, that is, because of Mom. Fortunately, my Prince of a brother helped cover for me with the aid of a few of Mom's workers, and I was able to go in and have it done.
There is no pain in my knee joints: that is gone. The only occasional ache is from the muscles around the knee. They got off easy for three years, and they are protesting any attempt to tune them up. Too bad, because I remember how much I loved walking and have started to up the ante, so to say.The oldest pup of mine, Zush, who is 9, now has a little more pep in her step. When the knees were aching and I struggled to walk her,Zush walked very slowly-she mirrored my gait. Now, she's right up there with me and it's like she'll look at me and say- wait, Mom, I remember how this walk went! Her sister, Kasia, goes out with us and the two of them are quite happy for the exercise.
Don't get me wrong: the operation and recovery is rough, but being a seasoned hospital veteran, I knew what I was in for. Age was my chief ally- I am only 51.It was so easy to do physical therapy because you WANTED to return to a normal life, walking, stair climbing, etc.If anyone is second guessing about having it done, it is so worth the time.You'll end up feeling wonderful!
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