i will spare you the "after" pic. too bad they don't make surgical stitches a little more aesthetically pleasing. say, a cozy blanket stitch in a nice kidsilk haze. i'm thinking candy girl. so much prettier than the stiff, hempish black thread they use.
so i now have a freshly trimmed meniscus and brand-new ACL courtesy of dr. mcdreamy. well, new to me i should say. it just occured to me that cadaver tissue is sorta like the ultimate recycle-reuse. it's pretty incredible when you think about it.
amy winehouse be damned! i say let the rehab begin. bring on the ankle pumps, quad flexes, leg lifts.
i am hooked up to an automatic ice machine that circulates ice water from a beer cooler to a bag that's strapped to my knee. i'm not kidding about the beer cooler part. jim is already jonesing to stash a six pack of bud in there. who needs bud when you got vicodin, that's what i say.
so i am ensconced on a bed that we moved downstairs into the den. i have my laptop, a cup of coffee and a constant flow of ice to my knee. what's not to love?
the hardest part is not being able to access my stash at will. i have to send poor jim on missions to find this needle or that skein of yarn. i had been planning on making a pair of mrs. beetons, but can't seem to find any dpns in the right size. i was rooting around online for something else and stumbled upon another wonderful spring fancy from whit on the lovely purlbee.