One good thing about having knee replacement surgery is that I'm not hiking back and forth to the train for work during this monstrous heatwave. I HATE sweating, especially when my forehead is sweating into my eyes and on my eyeglasses!
I only ventured outside the three days I had to this week -- follow-up appointment with the surgeon on Monday, physical therapy Tuesday and Friday. I wore my typical post-op using public transportation clothes, bulky gym shorts and a t-shirt, along with my sympathy crutch to get the buses to "kneel" and so folks let me sit. For my PT trips, I even wore a sweatband, something I really can't get away with commuting to work.
The kindnesses of strangers when you have a big
But then there was the NJ Transit bus driver who not only didn't kneel the bus, he didn't even pull to the side at any of his stops! That was early on Tuesday morning. I won't schedule PT at that time again. I took my time getting on and off the bus. Oh, too bad he had to wait, eh?
My orthopedic surgeon is very pleased with my knee and its progress. I go back in four weeks ... well, three weeks and a day now. My physical therapy is going very well. He hasn't measured the bend since my first visit, so I asked him for the latest. 125 on my own! YES! It still wants to have its good days and bad days, but I know how bad things could be and I'm very happy.
I have another grocery delivery lined up from Peapod tomorrow. Fruit! Meats! Vegetables! Yes!
Here are the photos I've taken this week -- clicking on an image will open it larger in a new window, then hit your Back button on your browser to return to the blog:
Flowers in a fence
I always like man vs. nature themes. Flowers and fences fit the bill. This was on Maple Avenue in Bound Brook where most of the flower photos this week took place. There's a wild garden run amok with flowers right alongside the sidewalk.
Bee on a flower (part one)
Singular flower vs. fence
Flowers along wooden fence at the back of said garden
Pinks and yellows
Will be closed some days
Sign in a window on East Front Street in Plainfield.
JAWS!
Oh. He's friendly.
This is Barney, a dog I met in the park across from my PT in Scotch Plains.
Rainbow in the fountain
Scotch Plains
My physical therapy hangout
I edited this to leave only the flowers in color. Scotch Plains.
It was a rough chase, but I caught him!
Anyone have tree handcuffs? A Scotch Plains police officer stands by a fallen HUGE half a tree on Tuesday morning.
Bee butt
Nifty little plant
Bee on flower (part two)
Green sneaks
These were sitting in the parking lot of my apartment. They really didn't look too worn. I just don't know.
Catnapping
Vincent continues to enjoy me being home. Where I am, he is. It's like me and my shadow.