I’d like to speak to the manager!!!
It’s been 15 weeks since my knee surgery.
If I had it to do over again, it would be 52 weeks since my knee surgery.
My biggest regret of the last year was putting off the surgery for someone else.
Lesson learned.
15 weeks.
105 days.
When I started my job in December, it was ever apparent that I’d just had a knee replacement.
After a few hours on my feet, my knee would be the size of Nebraska, bending it was far from easy, and I never went back downstairs at the end of the night.
Never.
I realized this week, that none of that was true anymore.
I hadn’t really realized it.
My knee is hardly swollen at all at the end of the day anymore.
I’ve started doing the stairs like a normal person, as opposed to one at a time.
I don’t skip going upstairs for a coffee refill in the morning, because it hurts.
Every day it gets a little better.
Even in NYC this past weekend, there was no pain or swelling after walking around the city all day.
In NYC, the worst thing, is that 6’0” people doesn’t fit in theater seats. They were designed in 1904 for humans that were 5’5”. For me to cram my body, into a theater seat, and sit with my knee at a weird angle, or slammed against the seat in front of me, causes real discomfort.
But we sacrifice for our pleasures, and so I suppose Adam and I will continue to try and squeeze into the seats.
Except at the Emerson Colonial in Boston. Those seats were designed for 3 year old children. Just say no.
Which brings me to tonight’s story.
I was starting down the stairs to the office, as a woman appeared coming up from the restroom. I was farther along than she was, so she gestured to come on down.
Even though, I take the stairs regular style these days, it’s a slow process.
I apologized my pace and explained that I’d just gotten a new knee.
She laughed and said, no need to apologize, and I bet you feel a million times better.
I assured her that I did, and she went on to explain that her mom had just gotten a new hip and was so much happier.
I told her that I was much happier with the new knee and that my only regret was not doing it sooner.
She said her mom had said the same thing.
I then replied, so in 20 years when you are told you need a new knee, doing it then. Schedule the appointment and get it done. And you’ll think back to the strange man on the stairs of a restaurant, telling you to book the appointment and get it done.
And you will.
She laughed, and said, you don’t seem that strange.
I thought to myself, if you only knew.
I'd Like to Speak to the Manager!!! 