Apr 01, 2012 04:12
I'm a little disheartened. About two weeks ago, I re-tore my medial meniscus, and the most damning part is that it wasn't in an area of avid activity (though I've been trying to lose weight for awhile now). I was walking on my porch, and I twisted my knee a few centimeters, and poof, the boisterous noise of a crack, the rip happened.
About two years ago, now, I completely decimated my meniscus in my knee because of a bad accident I had at work. They did a repair, and we had thought it was successful, after a years time and my last evaluation, I was doing fairly well. In a way, I knew I was walking and working on borrowed time because the doctor warned me the thing only had a 70% chance of healing, at best. He also warned me that once it is torn that badly, there's always a risk of a repeat injury. The type of surgery I had only happens in about 1% of all meniscal surgeries because it's risky, but it had to be done for the preservation of my cartilage, and to avoid arthritis. Usually, they will remove a piece of it and you'll be back on your feet in two weeks. With the repair, I was down four months.
So I took precautions. I lost weight. I literally did everything I was supposed to do to keep that knee healthy because I never wanted to re-injure it. I had about 75% of the range of motion back, and most of the straightening.
I'm not sure whether I should be amused, or sad, because in a way I knew it could happen again, but I never expected it.
I'm an active person, and not being active drives me a little apeshit batty.
The X-ray revealed three bone spurs, and I'm waiting on the MRI, so the condition this time around is not so good.