VET POST KNEE REPLACEMENT A LA FRANCAISE

An Old World Village With Thermal Waters & Literary Associations

And a tranquil spot to re-educate my knee

Janice Macdonald
Crow’s Feet
Published in
5 min readJun 10, 2024

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My friend Jodie’s house in Lamalou les Baines (all photos by author)

It’s just my fourth day in a centre for reeducation in the spa town of Lamaous-les-Bain, ten days since my right knee was replaced with a bionic version. Sunday, I wrote about an emotional breakdown. Everything — the surgery, a new temporary home, post-operative pain and, perhaps most stressful of all trying to make myself understood in the language of Moliere-came together to cause a little breakdown.

But a guardian angel in the form of an infirmiere rescued me from the sloth of self-pity and I’m feeling much better.

Also a little out of it, more so than usual, thanks to some sleeping pill which resulted in a couple of decent night’s sleep and improved my disposition. Saturday, my partner brought our friend, Jodie, to visit. One of those friendships that occur through a chain of seemingly unrelated events and cause me to me to question the meaning of coincidence.

Years ago, I’d been house-sitting in Portugal — along with my then husband, my daughter and son-in-law. On our last day, I fell and broke my elbows and ended up having surgery in a Portuguese hospital. It was that or flying back to the…

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Janice Macdonald
Crow’s Feet

At 68, I started a new chapter in my life: I moved to France. Alone. It turned out to be quite the page-turner. Still is — even when age insists on a part.