I was raised a logging. I used to work rough stock on the ranch. I wrestled and boxed way too many rounds. When I lived in Italy I got hit by a car, he t-boned me while I was on my bike. Punted me and didn't stop till after he ran over me. Drunk German, not that that matters. It damn near severed my right arm around the elbow, broke ribs, pelvis, c-5 vertebrae. I probably would have bled out had I not used a stick to make a Spanish windlass out of my shirt for compression to stem the bleeding. Vietnam recon vet dad taught me that. I spent 90 days in traction with halos, cages and what not. 6 reconstruction surgeries some lasting 6-8 hours later I walked out of the hospital and into the gym. 10 months later I fought my 3rd to last fight and lost by a split decision. I lack full extension in the right elbow, but only I notice.
I also had testicular torsion from a fight when I was 15 and got kicked in the groin, I knocked 3 of his teeth out after that.
Soooo the knee was an easy heal up relatively. When doctors see my x-rays they don't understand why I'm still so mobile, flexible and active. I can still do a 1handed chin up at over 200lbs. I guess I'm just too ornery to give in to the arthritis. I'm not a big guy, but listen to Kris Kristofferson's "The Winner" that's about the most fight a guy can get outta me these days.
I have cheated death sooo many times. It just wasn't my time a bunch of times I guess. I know that it sounds like tall tales and whoppers but I don't have the patience to tell well crafted lies.