Next stage: going from home care to where we visit the physiotherapist at his/her office. He's Danish (last name ends in 'sen'), like me ('Scism' comes from 'Chisholm', which means 'the small island of the Khis clan', and which is located east of and near Copenhagen). I told him he should be proud of me because I had just eaten four Danish pastries over the last two days, although this IS more weight on the knee.
A friend quoted a poem ‘O it’s a long, long while from May to December….’, which I hadn’t heard before, but reminded me that I could have sung Rod McKuen’s poem, which he sings in a VERY breathy voice, ‘We…run together from the darkness to a yellow August morning so the warm will make us free….’. Someone mercifully spared the sound of my singing said, in touching faith, ‘You sound in fine voice tonight, Stan!’ She rejoiced in my good humor, while another friend attributed it to effective pain medication.