For those of you who a) care; and b) don’t read the comments, here’s the late-edition Knee News headline:
56-year-old knees fail before expiration; ‘disaster,’ claims primary-care doc
And that’s pretty much it. My left knee, the one I injured two weeks ago, has a ruptured anterior cruciate ligament, a tibial plateau fracture and various other trauma. That’s the bad news. The good news is, it really doesn’t hurt much anymore. It’s tender, I can’t flex it much beyond 90 degrees, but just plain old walking and moving? It’s comfortable. But it was a strange visit, as it started out with an examination of an X-ray, with my doctor getting right to the point: “I’ve done replacements on people with less arthritis than this,” he said. He said this while pointing to my right knee — the good one.
I have arthritis? Why yes. Pretty bad, too. I’m a candidate for a new knee, maybe two of them, sooner rather than later. And that sucks. “But we treat patients, not X-rays,” he said, which means that if it isn’t keeping me from enjoying my life and getting around, well, no need to rush.
If I were an 18-year-old soccer player, I’d be having ACL reconstruction, but it’s foolish to fix a ligament on a knee on its way out. I will have to give up my lifelong dream of being a downhill ski racer, but swimming, biking, anything without lateral stresses — all these are fine, as long as there’s little or no pain.
I guess the mature response to all this is to be grateful I live in a world with replacement knees. The immature one would be to say fuck this shit. Guess which one I’ve been thinking about today. But it will pass.
Next on the agenda: Lose 20 pounds. Can’t hurt.
So, with that scintillating medical report completed, how was your day? I wrote a few hundred words, rotated my tires, reflected on the frailties of the human body, did a load of delicates. Started making a Thanksgiving shopping list. Basically, got on with it.
The fascinating world of genetics: A 24,000-year-old corpse reveals details of human migration through Asia. I love this stuff.
I was concerned about the next Hunger Games movie, but maybe it’ll be worth a mother/daughter movie outing this season.
The painting of the Danish royal family is simply fantastic.
Limping off to bed.