Lenten Journal, Day 30
Physical therapy. A synonymous term is “torture.” Today’s session proved that.
I am unhappy I made the decision to replace my left knee with titanium and plastic. The result is far from what I had hoped.
I don’t blame the surgeon. His work is fine. X-rays show everything is right as it should be. The scar from the incision is great, better than the one on my right leg, and there is no deficit of feeling nor any oddball itching, again better than the right leg.
No. The problem is my chronic Achilles’ tendon pain. I feared going in that my Haglund’s deformity and related bursitis would complicate recovery, but I also hoped that replacing the knee and going through the therapy afterward would benefit the ankle and foot. The fear was realized, not the hope.