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Finally back to work after a week and a half practically wasted in bed. The surgery went well for the most part. The doctor basically told me I was a big pussy for not being able to move my leg after two days. But I was not trying to rush myself too badly. I really didn't want to push myself until I could ween off the drugs and my calf could stop being in a constant knotted state.
I have one of the most retarded limps in the world right now. But it beats relying on crutches. I hate those damn things.
I also might have popped one of the arrows in the meniscus. I'll ask about the possibilities when I go back on Thursday. I know I won't be in a good mood since he has to remove the sutures in a very sensitive area.
I have one of the most retarded limps in the world right now. But it beats relying on crutches. I hate those damn things.
I also might have popped one of the arrows in the meniscus. I'll ask about the possibilities when I go back on Thursday. I know I won't be in a good mood since he has to remove the sutures in a very sensitive area.