"Twice a week," the prescription says, so twice a week it is, along with daily exercises. Too early to tell if it's going to help, though I do have hopes.
Turns out my graceful and/or decorous habits are Very Bad for the old knee -- sitting with knees together and legs crossed at the ankle, or one knee over the other? That's right out. Moving from a seated position to standing and keeping knees together? Nope, not supposed to. They'll have me chewing tobacco and driving a pickup truck* next. Perhaps I shall learn to say "ain't" or even "pas du tout" and stop depilating. ...On the other hand, no.
* Too late, I already did back in the mid-1980s, a lovely Ford F150 with a stickshift that was like rowing a boat. The biggest problem with owning a truck is that all your friends and family know you have one, and are only too happy to borrow your services to haul things. On the other hand, you're a lot more popular.... At the same time, my Dad's "second car" was a snarling behemoth of a 1950s International panel van, with a nose like a school bus, an electric-blue paint job and a shag-carpeted interior. He'd bought it from a young man whose enthusiasm had outstripped his ability to keep the ancient thing running. Together, we made quite the caravan, and could move quite a lot at one go. Driving the International was a different experience -- it had a "granny low" first gear, used only to get the thing rolling when fully loaded or to climb vertical walls, and woe betide you if you forgot to have it in second gear at a stoplight: that first upshift needed to be immediate and even so, acceleration was glacial. Once you were at speed -- 55 mph, if you were brave enough -- a hand throttle eased long drives, enlivened by the need to adjust it for any hills or valleys.
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