Today I took my first "longish" drive since my surgery (just under 2 hours each way), and by the time I arrived I wanted to smash that knee brace and I had a (gasp) cankle. I did get to see Anneke and had some whippet puppy physical therapy, so I was feeling better on the drive home.
Whippet PT is just what the Doctor ordered. Just don't try to imagine what it took for me to get back on my feet after sitting in the grass. It was not a pretty sight.