Under the Knife

My older sister had surgery on her knee yesterday. This is the second knee that's undergone the knife but the last one was over ten years ago.  She said it looked almost like they cut her leg off and sewed it back on after her first knee operation.

This procedure was much different. The incision was much smaller. In fact, I'm not sure why they didn't make it outpatient surgery and do it in her car.  Apparently the aftermath is still not pleasant. 

I ran by to see her for a few minutes today and she was still in a good bit of pain. She has already walked a couple times.  After a few minutes, a therapist came in to do her thang.  My sister was excited.  I told them I'd be heading out.  "What? We're just about to have some fun," the therapist said.  "I think I'm going to head out, I hate it when she starts cussing."  The therapist  started eying my church-going sister suspiciously.  "You may want to invest in some ear plugs," I advised "she could embarrass a rap artist."  

My sister rolled her eyes and told the therapist to ignore me that she dropped me on my head when I was very young and I haven't been right since.

I am really relieved that my sister is doing well.