Pre-op, Shabop

The problem area.
Dance, monkey, dance.

That's this blog's motto. Starting Wednesday, the music will be turned off for a while. I can hear you complaining already. "But you just had a break, you stunningly handsome Maine resident you," the throng cries.

In May, I needed a break after a long winter. I don't need a break now, but I am forced to take one, due to the knee thing. It's not, it turns out, a meniscus tear. It's a bone growth (right distal femur) that's quite large. It acts like, hurts like and resembles a torn meniscus. It's not a torn meniscus.

In the long run, that's good news. There's no arthritis risk with this problem. I might even take up trail running later this summer.

The prognosis for the next couple of weeks is fairly grim, though it's not like there's a huge risk of dying. I'll be given a general anesthetic, so there's that. There's a small chance the growth is cancerous, so there's that. I'm more likely to die in a car accident on the way home (insert joke about TW's driving here) than I will from the surgery. It's going to hurt. I'll be on crutches. I'll also be back at work next week. That means both my paying job and this here non-paying one.

You'll get another couple of frivolous blog posts before I go under. I might be blogging in the pre-op area. Yes, I'll be that guy. Then the monkey gets a break.

Comments

  1. JillJune 19, 2011 at 9:35 PM

    I'm glad you're having surgery to take care of the problem. But, surgery sucks. :( So I have to be neutral on this. 52-5-6.

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  2. BobJune 19, 2011 at 10:44 PM

    Prayin' for ya, Jimbo.
    Hmm. Bet you hate "Jimbo."
    If so, sorry.
    If not, it's got to be better than "Bubba," right?

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  3. David CorriveauJune 20, 2011 at 5:49 AM

    Is TW going to be waiting for you in recovery, or just Daisy?

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  4. JPJune 20, 2011 at 8:20 AM

    Jill: I see your grading conundrum.

    Bob: Call me anything but late for dinner. And thanks for the prayers.

    David: Great question. TW has some time off! That's the best part (if there's a "best" part) of this. She's home for 7 nights.

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