I Like to Move It Move It!

I feel like a kid at the carnival, you know, where you throw the darts and try to break the balloons. The more you break, and if you break the right colors, the bigger and better the prize. Today I tossed the yellow dart for the right knee's score and landed a 1 degree increase from 85 to 86. With the green dart I netted a 12 degree increase from 62 to 74, and that's the bad knee.

I was pretty nervous since the staples came out yesterday. No matter what reassurances I received telling me that the knee was healed well enough, I was just as positive that it was going to split open and blood would spurt everywhere. Hehehe, I dream in technicolor! Realistically I knew that everything would be fine, but hey, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm a whuss. Nate the PT dude told me that everything would be just fine. We started out stretching, and moved into bending with easy movements before bending it hard with hurty moments. Nate says we're right on schedule for 90 degrees at the end of next week and we began working toward using a cane instead of the walker. I will hate to give up my aligator bike horn but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.

My prize for such expertly thrown darts was lunch at Isaacs. After icing my knees and taking a nap (that's the invalid's rendition of watching soaps and eating bon-bons), Jane and I met Diane at Isaacs. Never has a Boardwalk Gull tasted so good.