tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025948679246114989.post4974638075331324376..comments2008-02-26T07:27:10.918-08:00Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191827688514996520noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025948679246114989.post-35021394734404135502008-02-26T07:27:00.000-08:002008-02-26T07:27:00.000-08:002008-02-26T07:27:00.000-08:00Thanks for the kind welcome, Thomas! Although it's not a club I wanted to join, I'm glad to be in good company. I have plenty of surgery horror stories, whenever you want to swap.<BR/><BR/>P.S. Personally, I'm a red wine drinker. ;-)Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191827688514996520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025948679246114989.post-50594816856722344582008-02-25T11:18:00.000-08:002008-02-25T11:18:00.000-08:002008-02-25T11:18:00.000-08:00Just as the pacemaker crowd has its "Zipper Club," I want to welcome you to the Hobbler Club: those of us who've endured any time of hip/knee/leg/foot surgery.<BR/><BR/>I'm sure we could swap some horror stories about surgery, whether vicodin goes better with beer or white wine, and how to extract the most perks out of your hobblediness (good seats, first in line etc.).<BR/><BR/>I'm so bad.Thomas MacEnteehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09925130637060406529noreply@blogger.com