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...