Hawkeye has had some tar on his fenders for awhile now, and I finally purchased some tar and bug remover to get it off. The can required me to pry the lid off, a task intended for a screwdriver, but since I didn’t have any handy, and I am impatient, I chose to use a key for. And of course, I chose the tiniest, most fragile key I possessed for this task. My mail key snapped almost instantly, and we don’t have a spare… Fortunately, it was a fairly clean break and the hardware store was able to successfully copy the key. I had a spare made as well, banking on the fact that my stupidity knows no bounds.
My leg checkup the other day went as expected… Progress has been great, same ominous warnings as always (i.e. “you can’t do that much damage to your knee and not have negative repercussions later in life”, etc.) He asked to see me once a year to monitor my cartilage and joint spacing. He said that he expected it would take quite a while for this to catch up with me, and worst case if no medical advances were made in the next 10-20 years I would probably need a knee replacement. But I’ll hold out for bionic knee action or at a minimum human-animal hybrid cartilage.
This weekend will involve much laziness as well as some home improvement… In an effort to make the condo sellable/showable,
Dear lord; knee replacement? Good luck man. That’s some serious life adjusting treatment. I can’t imagine your daily frustrations and I’d probably go nuts if I couldn’t do half of the stupid psycho sports I get into. Would a knee replacement require less activity with more comfort, or would you be able to smash your knees around like the old days (skiing, running, etc…) without feeling a difference or ruining normal walking?
I’ll let you know in 10-20 years. =)