Here is a very recent pic.
Had my right shoulder joint replaced on Tuesday. Had the left one done last January. They wheeled me back to surgery at 3:30 pm.
Sherri was not allowed in the hospital because of covid concerns, so I flew solo.
Did not even go to a room after surgery. Went from surgery to post op to Sherri's car, and was home by 8:20 pm.
Here I am less than 44 hours after surgery. Some of the family was already headed this way for Thanksgiving dinner, but about 1/2 our normal crowd. I put the sling on for protection, and donned a mask (at the bequest of my daughter who is in health care) when close to others.
Getting ready to turn 68. Yes, that is my natural hair color. I don't dye it.
Feeling pretty good and pretty lucky. Isn't modern medicine marvelous? I can't believe they can saw the ends off of two bones, drill and ream out the bone and hammer in new ball and socket; then have me home in less than five hours.