Had to take a trip to Montana to help my Grandmother with a knee replacement. After thorough deliberation we went with the large tooth wood saw for her femur, tibia and fibia; bone dust made by the hacksaw's teeth would have been harder to clean from the leg meat than larger fragments from the big toothed saw. It was close though. B.P. fell dangerously low amidst the deliberation. Probably should have gotten it figured before cutting her leg wide open.
Oh, well. Bedside manner will pick up the slack.
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