Hello Prosthetic my old friend, I’ve come to walk with you again

Well here is my sweet junk on display. This was a candid shot. We considered posing to the left and posing to the right and doing something different with my hair, but I think this one captures my personality well. You can really tell that I am half Irish here; County Cork.

I am guessing the shiny bit is so when I run at night, traffic will see me from a distance. Better than those safety vests, I will tell you that.

Slick as ice.

The other side looks like it wasn’t afflicted with osteoarthritis. Sad really, looks kinda dull.

Doc was adamant that I cannot run after surgery, today he was talking about when I run again….real paradigm shift there. I left the office with my jaw dragging on the floor.

Doc said, “keep using two crutches, don’t use a cane”. As when we walk with a cane, we walk askew. Two crutches we are aligned straight. Makes sense.

Surgery: Dec 2nd. Eighteen days later (today), pulled staples. Can shower now.

’tis a good day.

“The words of the prosthetics are written on the subway walls…”