This is a short stone because I left it out on purpose.
I have a fear - if you talk about the wrong thing - a burglar or criminal or crook or scum will read and know when to rob your house. We have so little to rob - plus we have the dogs here - plus the alarm system on the house - plus my machine gun and rocket launcher mounted on the roof of the garage - automatic with radar.
Anyway, son Roger just had an operation in Arlington about 3-4 weeks ago. Now I won't get this totally correct and Roger is welcome to add corrections at the bottom of the page - think blogville calls them comments.
His knee has been bad for some time. My left knee had the cleanout process back in about 2002 or so -- I was marching in a parade through downtown Manor and stepped into a pot hole - the left knee was never the same. My stone: Had it cut into the week of Thanksgiving that year. By the time I returned to school the following week, I could hobble just fine. As an fyi, I learned that when you come home from day surgery and are collasped on your recliner trying to return to the world of real people -- never drink a coke and eat a banana at the same time. I became a fountain of banana Coke - good thing someone found a bucket fast.
Back to Roger. They cut open his knee and downward. The replace the entire top part of his bottom leg - not the femur but the tibula - man my 10th grade biology is failin me now. What do I care, stupid coach teacher, really knew little about biology - but that is a different stone.
Roger had a bone transplant. No, i don't know where they got the bone. It was the cartlidge, cartlege, cartelegesthing -- that plastic stuff between your knee and the leg bone. They sliced off part of his bone and slipped the new one over it with good plastic stuff - not really plastic, I just cannot spell Kartelegedges. I choose to not look it up. Being smart about this is not my priority right now.
So his leg is healing - 6-% weight on it now. Isn't it amazing they can replace part of a leg bone. Amazing.
that's enough. It is this operation and subsequent resting of the Roger that encouraged us to take the granddaughters for 2 weeks of GrammyCamp 2011. that's it. g'night.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Son Roger, leg transplant
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Sorry to hear about Roger's leg, but so glad they could fix it. I had my knee 'fixed' a couple of weeks ago. I tripped and fell, which isn't unusual for me, but this time messed up a minuscus. whatever that is, and had to have surgery to it repaired. I walked out of surgery, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt!!! And still does occasionally, which gives me ample time to read blogs and ramble on in the comments. :DReplyDelete