Ahh, the knees..... I'm a sufferer also, and in looking for some reference point when the business started, to comprehend how I was fixed, so to speak, I could do no worse than consult the 1939 work "At swim two Birds" by my compatriot, the peerless Flann O'Brien (which was not his real name at all) .
In it, one of the protagonists gives forth on ailments of the lower joint :
"I’ll tell you what’s hard, too, said Shanahan, a bad knee. They say a bad knee is worse than no knee at all. A bad knee and an early grave."
So I began to take the matter seriously. Between the saw bones in France and Ireland they have determined that I don't need a knee replacement, at least not for 20 years. Grand says I, in 20 years I'll have a lot more to worry about, if I even can. No, they says, you need (ha ha) more cartilage. In France the injected tubes of the stuff into the joint in knee No2, only then for good measure to repeat the procedure in knee No1.
Marvellous, it made no difference at all.
Then in Ireland, another chap in a spotlessly white coat confirms I need (a recurring joke) cartilage, but behind the knee cap. We will have you back in 6 weeks for the administration of the shot. In July I duly received a letter to confirm my appointment for January 7th. I double checked that it referred to 2022. Mercifully it does.
So glad that replacement is off the cards, but wrapping myself into a little RVF400 is quite a feat. Getting off it is a spectator sport.
Meanwhile I am putting myself forward as a Walter "Ole Stumpy" Brennan impersonator.
Kev