Knee Replacement Recovery, 21

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Thursday: I started the day with a 20-minute pedal on the stationary bike, then the first of my three exercise sessions, and a 600 m walk — shorter than usual because we had to get to the hospital for an X-ray and my second follow-up meeting with the surgeon. I was pleased to have him tell me I’m doing well, nothing is wrong, and my progression is as expected. We were at the hospital for about one-and-a-half hours; the X-ray and meeting took perhaps 10 minutes of that. The rest of the time was waiting. Good thing we both brought … click below for more ↓

Knee Replacement Recovery, 20

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I have an old man’s legs. I was looking at my still-swollen leg where the surgery had taken place, and where the skin has been smoothed out by the swelling. It looked years younger. And then at my other leg with its bony shin, knobbly knee, and crinkly alligator skin. An old man’s leg, for sure. And soon enough, my operated leg will deflate back to that aged state. I suppose at 75 I should not be surprised to look my age, at least in the legs. And then there’s that old guy looking at me in the mirror. A … click below for more ↓

Knee Replacement Recovery, 19

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Tuesday, I went out for coffee with a neighbour, the first time I’ve been out to a cafe since before my surgery. It was nice to get out and feel like I’m getting back to normal (and to taste coffee again). There is a regenerative sense to normality when you feel not so much an invalid, but a participant in everyday things. I find it easier to get into and out of cars now, too, because I can bend my knee enough to make it almost painless. But only as a passenger. And later, we had company in the afternoon … click below for more ↓

Knee Replacement Recovery, 18

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Yes, I should have changed the title many posts back, but I got into a habit and simply forgot. Mea culpa, but I’ve not been at my best all the time. It may change again in future, but I’ll keep the numbering system, regardless. It hasn’t been about surgery for a long time (the actual date of the operation was August 20), and it’s been about recovery, rehab, physio, and occasionally about how the world has gone to hell in a handbasket, thanks primarily to the Dictator Trump and his malign fascist regime. Okay, it’s more about the former stuff, … click below for more ↓

Knee Surgery, 17

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Today (Wednesday) marks four weeks since my surgery. Some days it feels like it was a lot closer. Full recovery, I have been told, can take six to nine months, so I am barely limping along that path. Still, I feel I’ve accomplished some milestones so far. I need to get to 120° bend, and I’m just over 90°, so there’s a long way to go, a little bit every day. There are still days when I wonder if I made the right decision to go ahead with surgery. My scar is slowly smoothing itself out, and doesn’t quite look … click below for more ↓

Knee Surgery, 16

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I spent far too much time doomscrolling the past few days over the reactions to the assassination of the American, racist hatemonger, Charlie Kirk. It was impossible to escape, since the news and the comments flooded social media. Given the political climate in the USA, coupled with their love of guns and gun violence, as well as the inflammatory, pro-violence rhetoric spewing continually from the far right, his shooting didn’t surprise me. The far-right have always turned on their own for not being extreme enough. And Kirk was certainly among the extremist fringe.* I also got a new book this … click below for more ↓

Knee Surgery, Day 6

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Aficionados of slow food, mindfulness, and slow thinking should add knee surgery to their list of life-focusing activities. It certainly makes everything move more slowly and deliberately. One does not rush — indeed cannot rush — with a walker and an operated knee. One walks with a speed that glaciers would admire; carefully, with each step considered. You look at the ground and consider obstacles, you pay attention to the motion of cats and dogs nearby. You plan how to get short distances as thoughtfully as you would a long road trip. It can be almost Buddhist-like in its contemplative … click below for more ↓

Knee Surgery, Day 5

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Accomplishments come in little packages. Last night, I managed to get myself up and into the bathroom to pee twice, without having to wake Susan up to help me get out of bed. I felt like a proud toddler who finally went potty on his own! Mind you, I woke her up getting back into bed, what with the clanking walker, my grunts and groans, and what thought was the sotto voce swearing when the pain shot through my leg as I lifted it. But still, I did it, on my own. Twice! And I am getting up and down … click below for more ↓

Knee Surgery, Day 4

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The other thing you lose with mobility is dignity. And that loss can affect you deeply, albeit not physically, but certainly a blow to your morale and ego. We are raised to be independent, to do things for ourselves, to dress ourselves, feed ourselves, to be self-reliant on ourselves for so many things in our daily life. And when we lose mobility and have to depend on someone to help with the smallest things that were previously in our control, our dignity suffers. You feel incapable of doing even the basic tasks; you become an invalid. And while it may … click below for more ↓

Knee Surgery Day Two

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Well, I’m back from the hospital following my knee surgery. It was a “Total knee arthroplasty (TKA), also known as total knee replacement,” described as a “surgical procedure that involves replacing the damaged surfaces of the knee joint with artificial components made of metal and plastic.” I am now the bionic man. First time I’ve had artificial bits embedded in me, but it’s common with my age cohort who get their knees and hips done.*  I came home just after 5 p.m. yesterday. I could have stayed in the hospital overnight, but I’m sure the hospital staff preferred to see … click below for more ↓

Collingwood’s Mystery Councillor

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Who is Ian MacCulloch? We were only told by the town that he’s the newly-appointed councillor, chosen this month by council to fill the seat vacated by Brandon Houston, who quit his responsibilities and resigned back in January. But unless you dig deeply, you won’t know anything more about the newbie other than his appointment. The town’s announcement about him was vague and insubstantial, although not surprising for a townhall that prefers secrecy over openness. In fact, the town said nothing about MacCulloch’s experience, his past, his relation to the community, his qualifications, his plans and priorities, his family — … click below for more ↓

Chaucer’s House of Fame

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Recently, while I was reading in bed — as is my nightly habit — I came across some lines (641-660) from Book II of Chaucer’s early poem, House of Fame, in a recently purchased book on his prologue to the Canterbury Tales (a small 1960 reprint of a 1903 original picked up at the local used book store). I’ve seen the 2,158-line poem (Wikipedia says 2,005 but that’s wrong) in my Riverside Chaucer, but never paid it much attention and can’t recall ever reading it beyond the opening lines. I’ve always focused more on the major works: Canterbury Tales and … click below for more ↓

Home on the Open World Range

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A recent article in the Journal of Internet Research described a study that came to the conclusion that open-world games (OWGs) “may offer unique cognitive escapism opportunities, potentially leading to relaxation and enhanced well-being.” Well, duh! Pretty much everyone playing OWGs has known that for the past three decades since those games were published. After all, isn’t escapism the whole point of gaming? People have played games for millennia: to gamble, for intellectual challenges, for entertainment, learning, competition, and often for simple solo pleasure. But open-world games are a recent invention, and while not unique to the computer era, have … click below for more ↓

Blue Skies, Nothing But Blueskies…

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Enshittification is a delightful neologism coined by author Cory Doctrow in 2022 to describe how things decline in quality and service. While it initially meant to describe how vendors would gradually change their services to move the focus from users to business interests, it has expanded to include the way Elon Musk has turned Twitter-aka-X-aka-Xitter into a fetid swamp of rightwing toxins: racism, misogyny, Russian disinformation, lies, and, of course, his conspiracy-addled pronouncements from the throne, which no user is allowed to block. Ever click a link to a site and when it opens you get flooded by pop-ups, ads, … click below for more ↓

When I’m 64…

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Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I’m sixty four… it seemed cutely remote to consider being that old when the Beatles sang “When I’m Sixty-Four” back in 1967 on their Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album. Sixty-four seemed so far away then. My father wasn’t even that old in ’67. Sixty-four was to my teenage self somewhere in the distant future, like science fiction or The Jetsons. Old age was somewhere in the time zone of my grandparents, an exotic foreign, and wrinkled land. Unimaginable being there, at least for me when that song … click below for more ↓

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