So 6 months and 2 days after screwing my knee up and spending a month on crutches, then suffering through 5 months of physio, and enduring 2 weeks of sweltering weather trapped in long pants and the evil brace, tomorrow I find out if I am free or if I will have to have an operation, face a month in hospital during the hottest month of the year and fight my way through another 12 months of physio and rehabilitation.
I'm not worried. . . really.
I figure it is too much hassle for the doctors to deal with a crazy gaijin who can barely speak the language, so they will (hopefully) let me loose.
The detested brace:
I'm not worried. . . really.
I figure it is too much hassle for the doctors to deal with a crazy gaijin who can barely speak the language, so they will (hopefully) let me loose.
The detested brace:
My plan for the detested brace:
I like to believe my reaction is perfectly matched to the problem.
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