Day off today. And what does one do one their day off? Visit to the doctor's of course!
Yay.
Okay, I'll shut up now.
Anyway, I haven't been there for a while now. Well, at least not for myself. Pretty boring place, full of not-very-young people on weekdays.
Anyway, after bending my knee and putting me in excruciating pain, Mrs. Doctor gave me anti-inflammatories and told me to pray that I didn't rip my meniscus or cartilage or something like that to shreds, otherwise I'll need reconstructive surgery, which, I think, would not be very much fun. But it's not all doom and gloom. She says that I *probably* haven't completely screwed up my meniscus, even though I'm struggling to get up stairs, because I didn't do what footy players do - take a mark, twist and basically rip all the tendons in their knee, which she calls a triple tear. Mine's so much better, because potentially it's only a single tear. Only. Hopefully. I'll need to do an MRI or something similarly crazy to ascertain the extent of the damage if it doesn't get better. With no government rebate. So bye-bye new jeans if I need an MRI.
Either way, I'll know in five or so days, because if my knee keeps looking like a watermelon, that means that I'll need surgery.
So if you didn't understand the above, because I have issues expressing myself even in writing, the equation is as follows (assuming that you care):
knee size of watermelon after a week = most likely surgery.
In the meantime, I'm supposed to keep knee movements of the right-sided variety to a minimum.
It just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?
Word of the Day: Funtime
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