Alright, well, to recap; Roughly three weeks ago I was out hiking with Kiara and tripped on some rocks, falling and twisting my knee. The MRI i got 2 weeks later confirmed that when I'd tripped I tore the lateral meniscus of my right knee. The Meniscus is a circular-shaped ring of tough cartilage that the bones rest on, behind the knee-cap.

It doesn't take much to tear the meniscus, something as stupid as tripping on rocks or wet grass and twisting just the wrong way can do it. What mine did is not only tear, it "bucket-handled" and flipped under the bone. Since it had already torn, I was able to pop it back into place, but it was still obviously painful. Instead of going to get this fixed asap, I kept on working and putting stress on it, making it worse. And every time I bent my knee too much, it flipped into the middle of the bone again, locking up and causing a lot of pain.

Between the first Orthopedist App and the surgery yesterday, I was on Percocet and Motrin 4 times a day, And adding the first Orthopedist app, the MRI, the pain meds, and the finally the surgery, I would have racked up around $20,000 dollars in hospital bills. Luckily, and I attribute God to this, I found out that I am still on my father's army insurance and all expenses paid for.

So, come surgery day, I was up at the hospital at 5am and made it into the O.R. around 11. I remember sitting there, taking to my dad, getting the IV put into my hand and then being wheeled into the operating room. After that, aside from about 1 minute of talking, I don't remember a damn thing. Afterwords, they got me hold up in a hospital room for the rest of the day, night, and half of the next day. I have to say, the army makes great freakin food. Can't really beat free eggs, bacon, sausage, french toast, and hot tea for breakfast, room service style. All the nurses were really nice too, but only one actually took the time out to know more than my first initial, last name, and birth date.

So, I'm home now, with a nice big bandage wrapped around my knee and an immobilizer strapped on top of that. And tomorrow I'll be back up to the hospital (1 hour drive) for a bandage change. For the next 6 weeks, I've gotta take it easy. Doing physical therapy 3 times a week and taking pills when I'm not doing that.

Doc says I'll be walking like normal again in 6-8 weeks, and I'll be able to slowly increase the weight I put on it after that, depending on how fast I heal. With that in mind, I freaking miss work like hell. Don't get me wrong, I like laying around all day with no responsibilities as much as the next dude, but after more than 2 months of doing that, I fucking miss the smell of the bakery :]