jlrhiner
US Veteran
namely me.
As many of you will remember, I've had hell with my knees. 4 total knee replacements in 23 months. I just crossed 2 years post-op on the last one (Aug of 2013). I've tried very hard to overcome the first 2, a bilateral replacement. (Both done at the same time) I tell people when asked, being tough and stupid is painful. They were installed wrong, and we'll leave it at that.
Since August of 2013, I've gone from 359 lbs to 289 lbs as of Monday of this week. Still a ways to go.
Now for the latest stupid move. (Sometimes I have trouble counting them all.) I took a bag of ice out of the freezer in the garage to dump into the blackwater tank of my trailer. I dropped it onto the floor a couple of times to break it up. A couple of cubes got away on the floor. I did my thing, hooking up the trailer to the truck, disconnecting electric and generally getting the trailer ready to go to the dump station.
I thought I would grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and started that way. Remember the ice cubes? Well I didn't. Stepped on one which caused my left leg to go hard to port. The right one wasn't down and locked yet, so it folded back completely underneath, causing my heel to smack my butt cheek, a thing that hasn't happened in a few decades. The rest of me crumbled into a cussing pile of old person. Thank goodness school has started.
Sparing all the rest of the sordid details, I knew I'd screwed up. I called my daughter and son-in-law, and off to the hospital I went. After a bunch of x-rays (on a brand new, state-of-the-art digital, wireless machine, sorry I digress) I broke my tibia in 2 places. 1 being a piece broke clean off, the other a 7 inch crack.
6 to 8 weeks no-load at all, with weekly reviews to make sure everything stays put, 6 months or better on a cane and a year before it'll stop hurting.
Well, it could have been worse. No turkey season, no deer season and no fall trail riding. So y'all are going to have to put up with a lot more of me.
As many of you will remember, I've had hell with my knees. 4 total knee replacements in 23 months. I just crossed 2 years post-op on the last one (Aug of 2013). I've tried very hard to overcome the first 2, a bilateral replacement. (Both done at the same time) I tell people when asked, being tough and stupid is painful. They were installed wrong, and we'll leave it at that.
Since August of 2013, I've gone from 359 lbs to 289 lbs as of Monday of this week. Still a ways to go.
Now for the latest stupid move. (Sometimes I have trouble counting them all.) I took a bag of ice out of the freezer in the garage to dump into the blackwater tank of my trailer. I dropped it onto the floor a couple of times to break it up. A couple of cubes got away on the floor. I did my thing, hooking up the trailer to the truck, disconnecting electric and generally getting the trailer ready to go to the dump station.
I thought I would grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and started that way. Remember the ice cubes? Well I didn't. Stepped on one which caused my left leg to go hard to port. The right one wasn't down and locked yet, so it folded back completely underneath, causing my heel to smack my butt cheek, a thing that hasn't happened in a few decades. The rest of me crumbled into a cussing pile of old person. Thank goodness school has started.
Sparing all the rest of the sordid details, I knew I'd screwed up. I called my daughter and son-in-law, and off to the hospital I went. After a bunch of x-rays (on a brand new, state-of-the-art digital, wireless machine, sorry I digress) I broke my tibia in 2 places. 1 being a piece broke clean off, the other a 7 inch crack.
6 to 8 weeks no-load at all, with weekly reviews to make sure everything stays put, 6 months or better on a cane and a year before it'll stop hurting.
Well, it could have been worse. No turkey season, no deer season and no fall trail riding. So y'all are going to have to put up with a lot more of me.
What better pace to hang out. 
