Turns out that Tiger "the Wimp" Woods had some pretty good logic as to why he waited so long to get back out on the links. The reason? It takes time for a knee to recover. And the Wimp had only some minor snipping and tucking and a little suction going on, not a complete replacement like your mostly-truly, the Patella Fella.
Sure sure, I was warned repeatedly, and you don't have to guess more than once by whom, but my surgeon, he said, "If you feel like you're ready, go on ahead." Of course a surgeon is only happy when he's wearing green and is up to his elbows in your blood. He doesn't know from rehab.
So at least once a week I've been out for 18 holes, and Surprise! each time it's taken me two or three days for the swelling and the pain to ebb to the point where I can be my charming, scintillating self.
Friday may have been the one. It's Wednesday and I'm still swoled and hurtful. Told the Knuckleheads to take me out of the rotation until I get this foot/knee thing rehabbed properlike, or learn to swing from one leg, flamingo like.
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