One last walk before the op!
I have one weekend left before I go under the knife – so I have my fingers, toes, legs and everything else that is even remotely cross-able, crossed in the hope of half-decent weather. I’m hoping that Tex will be able to join me now that his weekends have become slightly less manic and I may even be able to persuade him to drive me in his new car.
I found this on the web, which shows what I’m having done next Monday – the description “Trimming Instrument” fills me with cold dread and indeed the “Irrigating Instrument” isn’t much more friendly sounding!
The surgeon doesn’t really know what she’s going to encounter in there, so the “Damaged cartilage” may or may not be what is trimmed, but I’ll soon find out.