This week I am feeling less like a strapped-in Iranian monkey forced to make a space shot, and more like a test animal used to find thresholds of pain.
"How is your pain on a scale of 1 to 5 today, sir?" the physical therapist says.
"A three," I say. "Maybe a two."
"How about when I bend your knee like this, sir?"
"Jumpin’ Jesus Palamino! That hurts like a sonofabitch."
"Shall we call that a five?"
And so now I add physical therapy to the pantheon of things I fear. But toward the end of Week 2 something amazing started to happen. My knee got better and better and now, as I enter Week 3, I’m beginning to see a little hope at the end of the tunnel. I feel a little more like life will go on.
I’ll keep you posted. In the meanwhile, here’s a video on the total knee replacement. I don’t know if this is exactly what they did on me. But it must be something like it. I will not be watching it, that’s for sure.