The days in the hopsital, I couldn't eat anything at all, nor the day before I went in, and I really haven't eaten much since. I weighed myself today, and found I've gained 5 lbs. I think they filled my right leg with cement: that's what it feels like. I believe anything is possible. Today the nurse told me my incision is not closed by staples or stitches of any kind: it is glued closed. I have the thought that when they succeed in getting me to move my knee back as far as they are threatening it must go, something will have to give---glue?
I am committing myself to less truthiness. I have the feeling that when I downplay the pain, that only feeds their determination to inflict it. "You can't recover unless you suffer. You'll probably cry." Now if only Pete of the sleeve tattoos did rehab.......
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