Knee surgery. I had it. Last Friday I went in to have a little cleanup done to the meniscus ligaments in my right knee. The MRI taken in October showed I had somehow torn them. I’m still not entirely sure how I did it. I typically squat when bending down so my back isn’t impacted. I guess too much of that, along with being in super poor shape, did me in.
The surgery was fine. I was in and out in a matter of a few hours. I was able to walk (hobble) on it immediately afterward, which was nice. Now I’m just trying to keep the swelling down, while both resting and moving as much as I can. It’s the worst at work, where the chair I sit in isn’t quite comfortable enough on my leg posture. I’m ambling along though. My ice pack is getting a workout.
As a result of surgery and the subsequent recovery process, I’ve basically put everything on hold. I find I can’t really focus on one thing for more than a half hour. I have every intention of doing quite a bit, but I usually wind up watching reruns on TV instead. It definitely makes for some weird, if not depressing, nights. You know just how alone you are when you have to do everything by yourself, while being consistently hampered by injury. My parents were up for a few days, so at least I had someone there for a time. If there’s good news, it’s that I will have plenty to do when I fully recover.