One year ago today I checked into the hospital scared out of my mind. My tibia was disintegrating and I needed to have it repaired with plates, screws, and a cadaver bone. Let me tell you, a tibial plateau osteotomy is not something you want to wish on anyone. No, it is not cancer, but it stinks. The sun was not even up, I was not allowed to have coffee or put in my contacts and I knew I was in for a long and painful recovery from an accident which had happened 16 months before.
I spent six hours hooked up to this contraption a day to help my knee bend and get used to all of the metal.
Probably one of the only fun parts about knee surgery!