The bone-cutter doc told me years ago that I should have my knee replaced. It’s pretty screwed up from osteo-arthritis because of a car wreck I was in when I was about twenty. I’ve taken some injections of some junk made from cock’s comb – Synvisc. It’s supposed to replace the junk that’s missing from my knee.
Pretty knee Xray for your enjoyment.
Synvisc is not cheap, $600 bucks for three injections, but considering the alternative and the fact that it works, I don’t see the reason to get my leg amputated and reattached with some plastic and aluminum where my knee used to be. So when my knee keeps me awake at night, I go get a shot of cock… have fun with that one… and life is good.
Nancy can’t understand my thinking. She went to the same bone cutter for a knee problem and he told her that in the past three years there had been some great strides made in the advancement of knee replacement. Less anesthesia, less cutting, less recovery.
- LESS ANESTHESIA? WTF? Who wants LESS? Does that mean I’m not out like a mackerel? Hell’s Bells, I don’t want to be even a little awake when he fires up the bone cutter saw.
- LESS CUTTING? Cutting is cutting. If it the cut needs more than a butterfly bandage to fix, then it’s a major deal.
- Less Recovery. This is good. But sure is outweighed by the previous two points.
So what am I waiting for?
Excruciating knee pain that will not go away after multiple shots of Maker’s Mark Bourbon.
It’s what the bone cutter recommended. (Little did he know my high ratio of pain to dollars.) He told me that I should put off the surgery as long as possible because if I had it done five years ago and lived until 116, I probably would have to have it done again. The longer I can keep the old joint and not suffer, the better off I would be.
I think Nancy is just waiting for me to pull a Barbaro so she can put me down humanely. She sure wouldn’t put me out to stud like Big Brown.