Perhaps you’ll recall my recent paean
About my imperfect patella
The gist: I’d seen a reputable man…
Esteemed as a medical fella.
Lo! He advised he’d remove just the cap,
Leaving the rest of the knee alone
And recovery would then be a snap—
Pain and stiffness would sooner be gone.
Although this partial approach had appeal,
Somehow it didn’t make that much sense:
How a knee that years ago was revealed
More arthritic was now less intense?
Eagerly seeking a solid path, I
Landed soon at doc-door number two.
Looking with him at my X-rays—oh my,
A moon’s craters appeared in my view!
I’m amazed that I function so well, but
Good grief! That whole knee has to go now,
Or too soon I’d be back in the same rut;
Why ignore my friend-ortho’s wise vow?
I’d do well, said he, with one more insight;
That my magic-old knee could bear more
He’d dismissed as not medically right;
Thus I chose doc behind second door.
He has credentials and rep that are strong
Easy conversing, with kindly looks
2 be sure, I’m relieved to go along;
Now my surgery date’s on the books.
Did this before so I know how it goes—
Over years I’d avoided in vain;
Perhaps in the future, stem cells will grow
In order to spare others the pain.
Now I know I must keep my head on right:
It’s discomfort that will in time pass;
Of all the ills that comprise humans’ plight
New knees do make life better—at last.
Note: This was (is) a rhyming acrostic…BUT…had I left the stanzas so that the vertical spacing spelled out the title, the internal rhymes were ridiculously clunky. Something had to give. Consider it an exercise: it’s good for my arthritis!