Although my favourite dress-up day is gone and past, there still seems to be some scary things creeping around my house. Or I should say scarry! I'm of course making a sad attempt at a joke in referring to the surgical scars on my knee.

Last night my scars made their first emergence from behind the steri-strip bandages that have been masking them since my surgery. They were basically peeling away and falling off so I made a decision to finish it off myself and take them totally off. Playing the role of Dr. Frankenstein, I slowly peeled back the mask of bandages to see what creature lay beneath. As I pulled the last strip off the beast a bolt of lightening struck down from my bathroom ceiling and the knee began to rise up almost mechanically. I screamed, "It's alive! It's alive!"

Okay, so my knee wasn't a green monster constructed of cadaver parts with plugs in its neck, but it did frighten Julie quite a bit. So much so that she fears it and won't go near it. This is hours of amusement for me. I learned this with my first knee. Actually, that's where the Frankenstein reference sort of comes from. Julie dubbed my right knee "Frankenknee" after my first surgery and this one has been dubbed the same. In honour of Frankenknee, I've included some pics of him, but only as links as I know some of you may not want to see him at all (or my legs at any time). Don't worry though, he's not all gorry or anything as my surgeon is a Picasso with the knife as you'll see because you can barely see the old scar on my right knee and this one is even better! I also didn't include my toes because they seem to freak some of you out too (you know who you are!).

>Click here to see Frankenknee Right & Frankenknee Left together
>Click here to see Frankenknee close up