“This is means a lot better than final time,” I was thinking regarding the drive that is loopy Edwards home to Breckenridge. My knee ended up being fat and rigid beneath beige bandages as well as a compression that is dove-white, but had been it killing me personally? Generally not very, despite having a large, cumbersome leg support circling my knee from foot to crotch.
Then 3 p.m. on Day Two rolled around, and like black magic that support changed into some type of $600 iron maiden that is co-insured. Regardless of how much I modified the straps, usually the one right above my leg rubbed up against the top sutures to my quad tendon and also the incision that is lone my top leg. Continue reading “KneeHab: Intercourse for leg customers? It’s something, along with other post-op ideas. Very first up: reactivating my chicken leg.”