Knees Op Mother Brown...

Friday saw me up early to go into the local hospital for a knee operation. For those who haven't been following the bear for long, over the past two years my running has been hampered by what we originally thought was a medial collateral ligament problem, but has persisted and lef to my knee locking up just before crimbo last year.

Anyway - finally it was time for keyhole surgery. This is not something that has to be done when Jogblog locks herself out of her house, but rather a procedure where they make a small hole and insert a tube with a camera on it into the knee and it also has scissors on it too to snip through bits of stuff. It's well cool, and is obviously a gadget. Even an N95 doesn't have scissors on it :-)

I got to the hozzy just before 8am, was shown to the ward, the physio (Sarah from my running club) popped in and we had a chat, and she explained the exercises. She said "I remember - you were going to be a physio", and I replied "Well now I *am* going to be a physio, I got confirmation through last Thursday!" and she welcomed me to the "mad world of physio". He he! Anyway - then the doctors came round, then the nurses, and they all asked me the same questiosn which was well irritating - I told them drugs I was on and contact details three times in quick succession. Then half an hour of reading and I was whisked off to surgery where I was sat in the operating room and then the doctor bloke came in and did comedy kung fu moves which was weird and then we had a chat and then he stuck a tube into me for the anaesthetic. I ddidn't feel sleepy so told him and he said "We haven't actually injected it yet" but then he did and I conked out. I woke up on the ward at half ten and before I knew it was beign whisked home around midday, complete with my crutches :-)

Anyway - my digital camera seems fecked or you could see a nice picture of my knee :-(. I'll work on this though as my leg looks like it's been dipped in beetroot. I thought this was some weird bruising thing but turns out it's some sort of disinfectant stuff they paint on.

Anyway - two days later and I'm moving around slowly and badly missing the gym. I can't swim untilt he stitches are taken out on Friday and I bet I'm getting lardy. Then another week and I can use a gym bike (so maybe a gentle spin class?) and then run about a month after that. It's going to be a long road back though :-(. I just hope this does get me back to proper trainign - if it does then it'll be worth it :-). Maybe I'll chuck in some upper body weights in the mean time.