Just got back from physical therapy. Positives: my knee is bending better and the therapist said I can start walking around my apartment without the crutches.
Negatives: we cant figure out why the back of my knee hurts so damn bad. I am having very sharp pains not just the hamstring graft site, but what feels like every single strand of fiber on the backside of my knee.
Its hard to stay motivated. I have been pretty depressed and the pain meds, the constant necessity to lie down, and the unquenchable thirst for sleep aren’t helping.
I still haven’t been able to master sleeping on my back, so I haven’t been sleeping much. Sleeping on my side usually results in a throbbing pain around th graft site. The ACL (and my new fake acl) has no nerve endings so i assume most of the pain revolves around the meniscus and the graft.
either way, life sucks. I wish it were summer, 2005.
So on March 9th, I was riding my bmx bike at the trails and I severed my ACL and badly tore my meniscus. I had the surgery done on march 25th by Dr. Paul Caldwell at Tuckahoe Orthopaedics.
Heres a picture from the 7th day, after the bandages and some of the stitches were taken out.
What I am trying to tell you people is that I need somewhere to write about this whole experience which has probably been the worst month of my life.
At this point, April 9th, I have completed 4 days of physical therapy at Richmond PT with Rick Herod who conveniently was in my dads class in school and his son was in mine.
Everything has been going along slowly. With an injury like this it is millimeter by millimeter.
if you really want to know what they did to me.. watch this video:
I’m counting on the anti-histamine so I can breathe.
I’m choking on opinion. I’m coughing up conceit. Ha Ha Ha. Just try to throw that back at me!
the solid ground that you are on will slide from under you.
You know, I have been called immature plenty of times. I don’t even really mind it anymore. Actually, in some ways I feel it is almost a compliment when you compare the insult to the person who is issuing it. Why would I want to grow up and slow down when i’m only a quarter of the way through my average life expectancy. I have so many places to see. So many people to meet. I’ll grow up later.
…is a curse of our self-awareness.
well i’m back to being my usual debbie downer self. its silent and gray outside and it’s sunday. who would have thought.