Shipping up to Boston
To see if I need a wooden leg.
After beating the collective asses of everybody involved in military healthcare, I'm finally cleared to go up to a specialist at Harvard. He's gonna check out my leg and see if there's anything he can do to fix my royally-fucked-up knee.... Technically this isn't "the last chance" for someone to fix it, but it really feels that way anyhow. If all goes well, I might be looking at surgery sometime early next year.... if it doesn't, then it's time to start looking around for someone to cut the damn thing off.
Wish me luck.
Just the one actually, from what I can tell so far.
Well, if they cut it, have them bury it in Arlington so you can visit it.