Excuse
This morning my schedule calls for an early exercise session, the first step in rehabilitation. My right knee was replaced yesterday by orthopedic surgeon Robert Fisher. X-rays showed the connection had been reduced to bone-on-bone, all the cartilage lost.
Dr. Fisher tried to stave off cutting me apart. Shots in January were followed by more injections; it was not until June that he first brought up the probability of knee-replacement. Let me hasten to clarify that the knee is not really replaced; the bones are operated on to allow the installation of a replacement for the missing cartilage.
In any event, I should be shipped back to North Market Street the day after tomorrow; the time in Frederick Memorial Hospital will go toward making me ready. My son came up from Washington to tend me – and Pushkin. Son Roy will give the English pointer his daily promenades and do the best to answer questions about why I’m not trailing after my favorite critter.
--Roy
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