I finally got the sutures out of my knees yesterday, thank God. They were driving me nuts—itching and catching on fabric. (They’re some sort of stiff plastic thread.) And one of them actually came out on its own.
I can’t think why they don’t use the self-destructing stuff that vets use on our four-pawed friends.
Both my PCP and my physical therapist are impressed at how well I’m doing. I’m actually being pretty good about doing the PT exercises, since I want to get through this.
Actually, I scared the cleaning guy at work this morning. He came upon me lying in an empty cube doing leg lifts. Sorry about that, but I needed an unencumbered stretch of floor to run through the routine, and he was in the process of doing the conference room when I went looking.
I'm sure he'll be psychologically prepared tomorrow. In fact, I bet he peeks into every cube on the floor just to make sure there's not a body lying under the desk.
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