So who here knows what a meniscus tear is?
For starters, the meniscus a piece of cartilage-like substance that resides beside your actual cartilage in between your joints, assisting in the bending of your limbs. It's generally so small and so out-of-the-way that you can go your whole life without being remotely aware that it exists - but when it breaks, it breaks hard and you know.
A few weeks ago I squatted down at work, and in doing so, randomly tore the meniscus in my right knee. From there on, walking was like strumming a single-string guitar, with the torn chunk of meniscus plucking the tendons in my knee with every step of the way. And since I got this injury at work, they got to pay for it.
Since money wasn't a concern, and since I don't want to ever be at my job, I opted to get the surgery as soon as possible. And here I am.
Funny thing is, meniscus tears are, according to my doc, completely random. You can't change your lifestyle - run or eat healthy - to affect the chances of getting it. And yet for some reason, it twice.
Moving on! Today I got the surgery. The knock-out juice was injected into my body, and roughly 56 seconds later I was out like a lightbulb. When I woke up roughly 45 minutes later, my leg was (and still is) in a tight bandage, and I was a doozy, shaky sick man.
My dad was waiting for me outside and then drove me home. Then the motion sickness kicked in. I tried my best, but it then appeared that since my positioning was completely unrelated to my destiny of vomiting, that what I needed to do was my hospital bag. It was supposed to contain all my useful papers, but I removed those and then used it for puke. But guys, let me tell you, I puked like a champ.
Usually when I see people puke, they're afraid. They don't want to puke - they cry and moan about the ride there. And when it's over, they cry some more about the nasty taste in the back of their throats, and their sudden helplessness in being able to control this function. But boy, I took all those feelings to my advantage - my helplessness - and rid it like a wave on the beach. I puked and rejoiced in how I suddenly felt a little better. And when I got home and settled on the couch, I puked some more, and then took a nap. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.