There’s something special about a wintertime bath, and for those who deal with pain it can be more necessity than luxury
This month marks 10 years since my right knee was reconstructed. Years of basketball accelerated the destruction of my genetically floating kneecaps, which took turns to dislocate, competing until my right knee shot ahead in the tally.
With each click out (and the resulting click back in), my cartilage tore further, and the damage worsened. My orthopaedic surgeon said my joint was one of the worst he’d seen – and I was a teenager at the time.
