Through small holes, big hopes fit.

On a previous post, I rambled on about the current state of my right knee, and while I realize that not too many people truly care enough about it to read much further, things have changed.

A week ago I had surgery to remove the irritated plica band in my right knee. While they were in there, they thought they'd have a look-see around the surfaces of my joint and patella. Going in, I threatened the doctor with no less than a lawsuit if they removed anything that they did not have to. And I came away, so far, pleased with the outcome. In less than a week, I am fully mobile with only a slight hitch in my gait, and I have yet to experience anything that could be listed as painful. Slight discomfort and putrid sounds of fluid sloshing around in my knee, absolutely, but pain has not been a part of the process.

Everyone I talk to about this surgery is amazed at how two tiny holes on either side of my knee are all that I am left with after the surgery. The astonishment continues, if you can believe it, when I inform them that the surgery took no more than twenty minutes to perform. In the OR at 9:00 and crutching out of the hospital at 11:30. My dad and I even stopped at Starbucks on the way home and had coffee and cake.

Seriously, as shallow as this may seem, when a large part of your life and identity is not able to enjoyed to its fullest potential, it takes a toll on how you function in life. For the better part of the last year and a half, the athlete in me has been stifled by injury and precaution. Here is to hoping that the worst is over.