Today is New Year's Day, 2011. On December 24th, one week and one day ahead of my original wishful thinking date of January 1 (and one full month ahead of my doctor's prediction), I went out on the court and spent 35 minutes hitting tennis balls with my ball machine, Bill. That was less than seven weeks after the surgery. Dr. Kerina gave a reluctant OK to hitting tennis balls, as long as I don't run, so I have been out there getting used to this new knee. It feels and it works differently than my old knee. This knee, though it still feels as if there is a sock with sand in there, works well, if in a cumbersome way, and doesn't hurt. My original knee, in the condition it was in pre-surgery, hardly worked at all, and hurt all the time. So this is a great improvement. I've been trying to hold myself back from hitting too long and too often. Pain and swelling would be a warning to stop, but since there is no pain and being on the court doesn't make it swell up any more than the stationary bike or elliptical, and even that swelling is minimal, I continue to hit every day the weather permits. I have been on the court four or five times since Christmas Eve with Bill and am none the worse for wear. I'm resisting the urge to start playing doubles, and my better judgment is prevailing.
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