This post is basically going to be a long string of word vomit. No editing, so refining it to be the perfect blog post. Just a few paragraphs with some words I need to get off my chest.  You see, today marks one year since …

If I had been able to move my leg during my procedure on Friday, I really would have kicked my doctor in the face. He’s great, but also just lucky that I didn’t feel like I could actually move my leg at the time. Let’s …

“I won’t quit if you don’t quit, ok?” Those eight words were spoken to my by my physiatrist when I had my follow-up appointment with him on Wednesday. A little over a month ago, I had a very expensive, very painful injection in my knee. …

This week five years ago, I stepped in a hole and it quite literally changed my life. Not in a dramatic “I have a new outlook on life” or surviving a horrible disease or accident kind of life changing, but life changing all the same. …

One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. That’s how long it’s been since I had my 4th surgery on my right knee and my 7th knee surgery overall. The past year has been…rough. A year ago my mum (God bless her) drove me up …