It’s been four month’s since that crouching pose for a photograph had me in this position. A meniscus tear- such a small element of your body can bring life to a halt. It is absolutely spit-in-your-face amazing! Fascinating, really…
Everyone has been encouraging me to document what it’s been like- bed ridden with a walker, and leg brace to knee brace with an elbow crutch, to kneecap. After three months of positive vibes, doing exactly as I was told by the specialists, and loads of physiotherapy and strengthening exercises, I had no luck passing go, and collecting 200. Yes, it didn’t get fixed with conservative treatment, and I had to go in for surgery anyway. So I head to surgery, and am back to a leg brace with elbow crutches (this time two) again. It was déjà vu, but too soon.
I have to admit, post three months being told we need to start from scratch, it was like when you reach the last 2 moves of a snakes and ladders game, and then the snakebite slides you back to the start. It was a punch in the face along with a knee in the solar plexus, and a kick in the groin at the same time.
There are some things that are okay to forget. The pain and helplessness of this is how it is, and there is nothing I can do about it, is one such life experience that I’m okay to forgot. Life will do its thing while you make plans, and all you can do about it is live in the present. The day-to-day existence. You have no control. Be patient.
This is a lesson learnt, but really not a memory to cling to.