As you may or may not know, I fell about a month ago and really seriously did more than just sprain my right knee. My neighbor carried me to his car and took me to emergency. X-rays, full-leg brace and wheelchairs, and everyone said "GO TO THE ORTHOPEDIST!!!" so I finally did. He said "take off that brace, girl!", so I did, and walked around and even went back to my Saturday babysitting gig for one day. When I went back to him - the cutest little doctor man, I think I'm in love - he didn't like the way I was walking, too much limping, should have healed by now - he sent me for an MRI. Next time I saw him he looked at me in amazement. "How did you hurt your knee? When did you hurt your knee??!!" Apparently there was quite a lot wrong in there, some serious, like a torn miniscus and like bone shrapnel pricking in my joints. But I'm not Derek Jeter, and it's not the off-season, so he wasn't going to do the MAJOR surgery of repairing the miniscus, but would do an arthroscopy to remove the prickers that were preventing me from walking, running, dancing with the stars, or playing with my little 4-year-old Saturday babysitting charge. More doctors and hospitals for medical clearance - they didn't like my BP - and finally all was settled. I had the surgery Thursday Apr 29. My wonderful sister, who had come in on the train from Manhattan several times already, spent Wednesday night at my place, and we drove to the hospital Thursday morning early. I remembered to bring my camera, because I knew you would all want the gory details. And here they are!
THAT LEG? THE OTHER LEG? NO, THE OTHER LEFT KNEE...
IN THE HOSPITAL POST SURGERY, HAPPILY SEDATED
THEY GAVE ME CRUTCHES, THANK GOODNESS
WITH THE BANDAGE
WITH BANDAIDS, AFTER ICING
My knee is red in the last picture because I had just iced it down - it isn't that color really. It's still really stiff, hurts somewhat (and now I'm out of vicodin!), and I start PT on Tuesday next week. Stitches come out on Friday next, and then I should be done!!!