In exactly one week I'm having my knee surgery, in which the partial replacement I had back in 2012 is replaced with a full replacement. This makes the second replacement with this surgeon; he performed a full replacement on my right back in 2016, and it's been fine ever since. The second was also an out patient procedure, where I went in early morning and was back home by mid-afternoon. My wife drove me home. After a period of recuperation and physical therapy I've been fine ever since. Not so much the left knee.
In any event it will get replaced and I'll find out if the second will go as well as the right.
If you ask me what my attitude is right now, I'd say a combination of apprehension and fatalism. I've had more examinations and pictures made in the past four weeks than I've had in as many years, so everyone concerned has all necessary and up-to-date medical information about me. That's a good thing.
And I'll be going back to the same surgery center I was in back in 2016. That, too, is a very good thing. If either the doctor or the center ween't up to scratch they wouldn't be around.
The length of time between procedures is also comforting if for no other reason that advancements in joint replacement have been ongoing. Unless something unknown should occur, I expect this left replacement to be my final replacement.
But I'm still nervous.
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