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Knee Surgery [253/365]
About a month and a half ago, I started getting increasingly sharp bursts of pain in my right knee during running. Gritting my teeth, I thought I could tough out whatever was bothering the joint, but after limping around after each running session to the point that I could no longer enjoy walking, I decided to go to an orthopedist to see what was wrong.
One hands-on evaluation, an X-Ray, and one MRI later, the orthopedist informed me that I had a torn miniscus cartilage that needed to be surgically removed (modern medicine still has no way to regrow cartilage, just like nerve cells).
Today, September 10, 2007, was the knee surgery, and the photo above is the result. That blue tube sticking out of the thickly bandaged area connects to a cooling unit, which is supposed to be more effective than a bag of ice (it wasn't).
The cane propped up against my left was useful for exactly three days: the hours after the surgery until I could get home, the next day while trying to hobble around the apartment, and for the post-op visit at the doctor's office. Essentially, I could never get the hang of it, preferring to walk around stiff-legged and lurching like a brain-crazed zombie, so the cane stayed home thereafter.
Knee Surgery [253/365]
About a month and a half ago, I started getting increasingly sharp bursts of pain in my right knee during running. Gritting my teeth, I thought I could tough out whatever was bothering the joint, but after limping around after each running session to the point that I could no longer enjoy walking, I decided to go to an orthopedist to see what was wrong.
One hands-on evaluation, an X-Ray, and one MRI later, the orthopedist informed me that I had a torn miniscus cartilage that needed to be surgically removed (modern medicine still has no way to regrow cartilage, just like nerve cells).
Today, September 10, 2007, was the knee surgery, and the photo above is the result. That blue tube sticking out of the thickly bandaged area connects to a cooling unit, which is supposed to be more effective than a bag of ice (it wasn't).
The cane propped up against my left was useful for exactly three days: the hours after the surgery until I could get home, the next day while trying to hobble around the apartment, and for the post-op visit at the doctor's office. Essentially, I could never get the hang of it, preferring to walk around stiff-legged and lurching like a brain-crazed zombie, so the cane stayed home thereafter.