Six million dollars later…

Well, something off my “to do” list:  get left knee replaced.  Check.

This is coming to you from a doped up, newly ‘bionic’ woman (so they tell me).  I expect a call from the government any time now, giving me my first assignment.

As long as a cane and a walker are part of my cover, I’ll have those bad guys taken care of in no time.  Literally: I will not be walking, let alone running, anytime soon.  I’m sorry, Oscar, but leaping tall buildings will have to wait (am I getting my metaphors crossed again?).

I am happy to report that the surgery was a success, and I am on the road to recovery.  Physical therapy started as soon as the anesthesia wore off — I think those therapists do it just so they have something to laugh about (“Did you see that lady in room 304 try to stand up?”), and I’ll be home this weekend.

Many thanks for all the good wishes and healing thoughts and prayers!  I’ll be back with you soon.

Until next Friday, Friends.  Cheers!P.S.  I’m sorry to tell you there will be no video of me coming out of anesthesia.  There was an, um, unfortunate accident with a boot heel meeting the recording device.  You’ll just have to take my word for it that no embarrassing behavior was present at any time before, during, or after recovery (no matter what the nurses on the third floor say).