When I had my last knee surgery, two titanium screws were implanted in my left tibia. I named them Sid and Nancy, and here's a portrait of the little darlings:
They don't actually touch in real life, and thanks to these freeloaders, I'm banned from the leg extension machine for life. Awesome. Of course, having a rather warped sense of humour, I named all my equipment. My brace was Elvis (who left the building in style four months after my surgery), my crutches were Thelma and Louise. But Sid (4cm long) and Nancy (3.5cm long) will always be with me, and being made of titanium, they will cause me less trouble than their real life namesakes caused in their lifetimes!
I'm proud of these screws, and of this xray. The first time I saw the images, I freaked. I figured I'd never do anything sporting again. But, true to his word, my surgeon cleared me to get out there and live it up last November and I have to make him proud. Hence my decision to not just do one sport, but three - one after the other in quick succession (or slow, if you analyse my transition times thus far), and turn it into a bit of an obsession AND a way of life.
I'd had 17 years of knee pain, knee problems and knee frustration up to this point. This image represents me being given my life back. My advice to anyone having knee surgery is to think about something you'd really like to do that you never thought would be possible, then get off your jacksy and go do it once your surgeon clears you.
Trust me, we regret more the things we haven't done, than the things we have.
*motivational speech ends*
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