I was a nervous wreck before we went. I woke up feeling like a cold was coming on. My head was killing me. My face hurt and my stomach was upset. I was full of remorse for having signed up for this procedure and my body was giving me an out. How incredibly strong our minds are!
I told Ellis, "I have a stomach ache. I can't go to school today." He laughed and said, "Get in the car." I did as I was told pouting--and a couple of hours later was glad I did. The meeting put my mind to rest. I was going to be well taken care of. My procedure was the latest, greatest scientific development in orthopedic surgery. I'm not having a "half knee replacement," I am having a "knee resurfacing." My bones are all good. My muscles are good. It's just the cartilage that needs replacing. I will be walking the stairs and able to put my weight on that leg before I leave the hospital the day after surgery. Reassured and relieved, I went home and collapsed from the exhaustion of my previous tension.
All I wanted to do is to recoup my enthusiasm. An email from Lustenhouwer perked me up. It's forty something minutes long and extremely interesting for those of us who have frowned on the use of photography and/or projectors in making art. David Hockney investigated the historic use of the camera in art and made some astounding discoveries. It's long, I know--a BBC production--but well worth a look see.