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1 year anniversary of TKR

Joint Replacements | Last Active: Sep 26, 2019 | Replies (50)

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@ellerbracke

@debbraw : Mostly stuff associated with the kneeling issue. As I mentioned, gardening - like pulling weeds (yuck), carefully planting seeds in a furrow, cutting 100’s of plants back to the ground in the fall, those things are much more strenuous doing bent over now. I can’t really play on the floor with my youngest grandson anymore, not the way he wants to build a fort with pillows and crawl in. I can’t do many yoga positions anymore, especially child’s pose which I used to do to relax my back between plank exercises. I still can’t (don’t dare?) get out of the drivers seat of the car the way I used to - out with left leg, twist right (TKR) leg sideways and slide out. Now I swivel in the seat and put both feet on the ground and stand up. This is no biggie, but it’s a daily reminder I’m not fond of. I feel unsteady or timid climbing ladders, so I’m putting off some chores. Also, I’m trying to find a new way to semi-annually clean my blinds. Used to take them down, put an old towel in the bathtub to avoid scratches, soak them, then - on my knees, of course - wipe down each and every slat individually. No fun!
As far as fun goes, it remains to be seen if I will be ok playing tennis. That would really be disappointing if it turns out to be too difficult or stressful for the knee.
Like you, I walk 5 to 6 mornings a week, but I’m lucky that (age 70) I’m ok with uneven ground. But of course I have one original knee left, which probably helps.

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Hey @ellerbracke - I've been tied up with some family issues. Just wanted you to know I'm pulling for you on the kneeling issues. I know you love gardening. Me, not so much. I am my mother's daughter. She used to put on a nice straw hat and summer dress, gather her gardening gloves, call my dad and go to the garden. Where she would point out where the rows should be hoed and how far apart the plants should be spaced. Happily, my dad loved gardening and loved her - or this would have been a disaster. Also happily, after her "gardening" she would serve lemonade to my dad and herself... not to us kids. Much later, I figured out that lemonade treat was probably spiked lemonade.