Fall Hunter Moon
Saw my doc yesterday about my knee. She gave me a referral to Dr. William Peace, an orthopedic surgeon. I called him and got an appointment for this Friday. Kate and I watched a video about knee replacement. It was helpful. Somewhat. The biggest new information I got was that the new knee lasts about 15 years. I figure I’m in a lighter use period of my life so I could get a full 15.
Why do it? Well, the arthritis has negatively impacted my workouts, making them painful. I find hiking with the grandkids something I can do, but the price I pay afterwards is high. Also, I’ve started to make decisions based on my knee. As I mentioned here last week, I drove to Minnesota because I didn’t want to have to deal with all the standing and torquing of my knee during air travel. Also, without the cbds and thc at night I’m sure I wouldn’t be sleeping well. The pain is worse at night. So, it makes sense to me to go ahead.
After taking Kate’s glasses to a shop for nose pads, we ate at a chain called Black Eyed Peas, a southern comfort food place. They didn’t have collard greens, which should be illegal for a southern restaurant. The food was mediocre. Not terrible. Just unimpressive. So now we know.
When we got home, we took a long nap and both declared ourselves with little ambition for the rest of the day. And proved it.
The sliding glass door is up in the new bathroom. The only thing left is staining the trim. The bathroom is fully functional now and looking great. Kate made great choices in slate, pebbles, fixtures, paint color.
The divorce stumbles along with plenty of acrimony and orneriness. November 26th is final orders. That should smooth things out somewhat.