Well hi there, dear readers. It may come as a surprise to many of you that I have just undergone surgery. Actually, it was a surprise to me too. Here's the scoop.
A few weeks ago I noticed a slight sensation in my right knee during Brazilian Jiu Jitsu training. It was not painful at all, but I could feel a slight sensation that let me know that there was something that may be not quite right. So, I decided to go for an MRI, which happened last week, Monday morning. Later that day, I went to see an orthopedic surgeon who had a look at the scans and informed me that I had a rather severe meniscus injury that required corrective surgery. I managed to get a spot in a hospital for the following Wednesday.
Having had the same operation, an arthroscopy, on the left knee several years ago, I was aware of what was going to happen. The surgery went well, and now, 6 days later I can definitely say that I can feel the knee slowly getting back to normal. I am still hobbling around on crutches, but the swelling is going down and I think I'll be back to normal in about 2 weeks.
Whenever one has experiences like this, where our body's limitations are illustrated with inescapable clarity, it is always an opportunity to ponder the real blessing that health and youth represent. Since the surgery, small things like showers and getting changed have become real challenges. The fact that I never noticed such things highlights just how true it is that we take everything for granted until it is lost. When one ponders this point, it becomes depressingly apparent how people today squander their very lives away; their health with things like alcohol, drugs and smoking, their time with tabloid junk and pointless television and their intelligence with obsession over sporting events and meaningless chatter.
It is only when one is faced with this sort of reminder that we are forced to contemplate our limits and our mortality. I pray that I do not lose sight of the fact that health, wealth and time are finite, and that failure to use these wisely and productively while I have them would be the most tragic waste of life as well as cause for unimaginable regret when, inevitably, I no longer have them.
Well its finally happened. My knee has given up. The old injury I sustained many years ago while on a hike in the Grampians has finally caught up with me. Since that first injury my knee has always been more sensitive to knocks and jolts, but the other day, after slipping while running down the stairs, my knee finally gave up and I have been limping around like a lame mountain goat ever since. I have been for an MRI which showed all kinds of tendon, ligament and cartilage damage, and I am now reasonably certain that I will need to have surgery on the knee. I'm waiting for the MRI CD to arrive, which will have the actual MRIs, and I will post them to the gallery once I have them and the osteopathic surgeons among you will be able to asses the damage for yourselves.
To make myself feel better about the whole thing I went out for a lunch picnic to Arthur's Seat and Mornington with Sefia and Anastasia. I forgot to take my digicam, but Anastasia and I have been there before, so those of you who read this journal regularly will know what it's like. We also went strawberry picking, which was fun, and the strawberries were much sweeter and tastier, although smaller, than the ones you buy in the supermarket. Yay for genetically modified foods!
Anyway Tomorrow I will be off to see the knee guy. I hope he doesn't tell me I need to amputate my leg. I'll keep you all posted.