my wife, the bad ass

well, knee surgery number six is in the books…

…and she’s already unwrapped and walking with just a cane.

she had her first five of em before the age of thirty-five. after a thirteen year hiatus, however, another was needed to repair a torn meniscus, remove a cyst, and clean out a lot of floating cartilage and debris that made it look “like a snow globe in there”.

in an odd but pleasant turn, in addition to briefing my drugged out wife on what all they found (why do that? she’s still loopy on anesthesia and doesn’t remember a damn thing…i know you’re in a hurry, but holy hell) he also called me, and because my phone wasn’t synced to nik’s x1, he had to leave me voicemail, so we had a clear recording of the whole speech she could listen to later when her and reality were hanging out again.

fun fact – said voicemail included almost an entire minute of him trying to explain to me what a “snow globe” was after he used it as his analogy. doc, we have several around the house...

so, she’s on the mend and all seems to be going well. now, if i can only get my deteriorating ass to start to get better without surgical intervention all will be right with the world.