Grasping a morphine pump in my hand, child of the 60s that I am, I imagine recreational drug use might get my mind off the fact that a man has just sawn the ends off of the bones in my leg. Sure, he is a doctor, with tons of cred from the Mayo Clinic even, but still: That’s gonna hurt.
I chose Dr. Mayo (let’s call him) late last year. We finally met in the spring. He apprised me of the seriousness of total knee replacement. With a great deal of kindness he noted I’m a