So, Monday of last week…I finally had surgery on my knee from an injury I received initially 3 years ago.  The doctor tried physical therapy with the initial injury.  That helped, but I’ve not been 100% on it since.  For most of the last 3 years, I’ve just ignored it.  Unfortunately, last January, I apparently agitated it in such a way that I really didn’t feel like I should continue to ignore it.  I changed doctors and went to a very local place (office, surgery center and hospital complex are less than a half mile away).  After dealing with Workers Comp and trying to get everything approved, this doctor wanted to operate.  He agreed initially with my original diagnosis of medial meniscis tear, even though nothing could be seen on the MRIs.  So, he operated.

I have to give the Reston Surgery Center credit.  The staff was incredibly pleasant, helpful, and had wonderful bedside manners.  They also have a fairly decent procedure that each patient goes through that keeps things moving for the patient.  I really had little time to sit there and dwell on the potential surgery ahead of me.   I came in a little nauseated, probably from the anxiety of not having any clue how I’d react to all of this, but was given the standard anti-emetic cocktail intravenously.   The cocktail did a wonderful job of eliminating and preventing any nausea.  And suddenly before I knew it, I was in recovery.  I actually had to ask the nurse if I was done.  I think it took about 20 minutes and I staved off any foggy head from the anaesthesia.  Got home and was bored out of my mind.

 So now, is physical therapy and recovery.   Which this part of the process is turning out to be much more painful than the first few post-op days.  I didn’t even need any pain meds during those days.

So. I’m gimpy for now…and I really wanna get back to riding at my firehouse.  I’m so frustrated with not being involved more that this has brought me close to resigning….

Oh!  And I almost forgot…the surgeon when he scoped my knee removed the plica.  Basically some bands of tissue that are used when we are developing in the womb, but as an adult, it’s completely unnecessary.  The plica had been apparently been injured 3 years ago, and was rubbing against the bone.