The MRI scan of my knee was made at least a week and a half ago, and yesterday morning I finally had my appointment with the orthopedic surgeon to find out the results. I was all prepared for him to tell me that I had osteoarthritis and that I would have to learn to live with it, and had put anything else that could be wrong pretty much out of my mind. Actually, for the past weeks I had not given it that much thought except for the nagging pain that I kept having, but that had become part of my daily routine too.
Imagine my surprise when he told me that I had a torn meniscus and that I would have to have surgery right away. It took a minute or two for that to penetrate my thick skull because I was not prepared to hear it and at first I tried to get out of the surgery. He quickly set me straight by explaining the procedure and the fact that it was necessary, and then the penny fell into place and I realized I was being illogical.
The procedure itself is fairly simple and only takes half an hour, but I am getting a general anesthetic. Still, I will only be in the clinic for a couple of hours until it has worn off. My knee will be wrapped in a huge bandage for comfort, and when I have had something to drink, and visited the toilet, I will be able to leave and I will do so on crutches.
My sister is going to take care of me the first days until I am able to walk again and that should not take too long. I've got exercises that I have to do six times a day that will help me recover quicker. My sister has had the same kind of surgery on both knees and is very familiar with the whole process.
So, that is what I will be doing this coming Monday. The Exfactor will take care of Tyke, but chance would have it that I think Tyke is sick and I am going to take him to the vet today. All he does is sleep, and when he does not sleep, he just sits and stares into the distance. He does not want to go for walks and shows very little interest in anything. You would almost think he was depressed. I do worry about him.