Sigh.

Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me.
----"Dang Me" by Roger Miller

Okay, apparently I misunderstood Dr. M at my last appointment two weeks ago. The word today is that the brace stays on for at least 3 more weeks; one more week in the locked knee position and two weeks with it unhinged so my knee can bend. So to say I was disappointed is a bit of an understatement.

I'm going to call my physcial therapist, Billy, Bwaahaaahaaa Billy. Sadist. My good knee bends at a 140 degree angle (better than average)--the left one at 40 degrees. Since Dr. M was able to flex the bad knee to 90 degrees after the operation (while I was still under the anesthesia) old Bwaahaaahaaa Billy thinks I ought to be able to bend it that much now without undue stress on the tendon repair. Rrriiiggghhhttttt. (Bill Cosby comedy album flashback for those who remember his "Noah building the Ark" routine) For the moment, we'll agree to disagree on that one.

So I have my sheet of exercises to do until B.B. or one of his minions unlocks the brace next Monday morning and ups the ante on the p.t. routine. I'm thinking Denny better lay in a supply of shiraz for me and make himself some golf play dates for the next three weeks. It's not going to be pretty around here.