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.