It’s been almost a week since my surgery and I’m finally starting to get somewhat back to normal. The good news is that my doctor was right when he said I should expect to be walking within a couple days. He was totally wrong about my ability to get back to work though. I can still barely sit up for a couple hours before my knee starts to swell and become really annoying.

The surgery itself went swimmingly. Though there were some annoyances at the hospital (such as having the IV put in my hand instead of my arm), it wasn’t a bad experience. I managed to get home without incident. Something strange happened when I was walking back in to my building though. A doctor that was moving in to the building saw me, took one look at my bandage and knew the doctor that had performed the surgery. Turns out he was a Fellow for my doctor last year; he could tell my surgeon just by the way he wrapped my knee after the surgery. Crazy. And New York is how big?

The procedure itself turned out to be different than expected. I definitely had a bonespur that needed to be shaved off from the screw holding my new ACL in place; but my doctor was convinced my meniscus repair from the first surgery didn’t work and I was going to need to have it removed. Once he got in there, he realized that the meniscus repair was fine, but I somehow managed to tear my meniscus again. That’s right, between the first surgery (seven months ago, to be exact) and now. That explains the constant knee pain I’ve had since February (which is probably when I tore it).

The past week has gone by painfully slowly. I haven’t been able to concentrate enough to get anything useful done. I’ve just been laying around watching the same movies over and over again. That and playing GTA IV; but at this point, I have to admit, I’m starting to get tired of picking up hookers and killing them. Who knew that day would ever come?

Oh yeah, and the knee:

Who knows what the fuck that surgical resident used to write his initials on my knee, but that shit is not coming off. I’m an inch away from trying to bleach it off; and if that doesn’t work, I’ll cut it out like that guy with the tattoo on Six Feet Under.

Almost the same as the first surgery (they even used the same entry points):