Grin! If I hadn't been "attacked" by the metal support on a recliner recently, I'd actually be braceless and wrapless by now (17 weeks post-op, as of Friday). Unfortunately, I knocked the knee but good last Wednesday -- hard enough to break the skin right over my healed shin incision -- so I'm back in my hinged brace for awhile yet. Justin emailed me that some friends of his from work want to have us join them on a hike up Enchanted Rock on Saturday. I've tentatively OK'd, although I think I'll probably be a straggler behind the group since the knee's just not back to it's pre-recliner attack status.
No permanent damage, but plenty of new bruising and soreness. Unfortunately, surgery can't cure genetic klutziness.
PS: Avatar was drawn by my brother, Thomas Wakefield Blackburn IV. (We like long names in my family; grandfather, Thomas Wakefield Blackburn II, wrote the lyrics to the "Ballad of Davy Crockett", as I've mentioned before.)