All New Parts

In February, steel replaced bone in my right knee. In November, they did the left. Two Januarys after, bone was cut away, and titanium replaced the left shoulder. My jealous right foot took its turn a year later. That time, it only took two screws to hold the severed bone in place. My new nickname is "B. O. B." an acronym for Bionic Old Broad. Trips to the Arch set off alarms, and boarding a plane became a hassle. Arthritis is after me again; my right shoulder is losing the battle, my hands are in sad shape, and I'm waiting for my hips to fail. Before long, I may have all new parts. One part grows weaker by the hour - how long, you think, before they can do a brain transplant?