I had my knee "done" yesterday. It was a long day, because the surgeon had an emergency. I hated waiting, and as the hours dragged on, I got thirstier and thirstier, but I was happier to be the person waiting than the person having the emergency, so it was ok. My brother kindly took off work to travel, collect me, get me to the hospital, and wait with me. He has an open jeep, which I didn't think about beforehand. I left the house looking decent and arrived looking like Amy Winehouse after a serious bender! I made my (cue ball bald) brother go to the gift shop and buy me a brush to try to set things to rights! LOL He stayed with me in the waiting bay as the hours dragged on. The poor guy was falling asleep in his chair. I felt so bad that I told him to go home and enjoy the nice weather.

I eventually got to the OR. Everyone from intake to the operating room was lovely. Because I had a spinal, they asked if I wanted to be awake and watch. I said no way! I think the anesthetist was disappointed with my wimpiness. Well, I don't make her watch me work, do I, so fair's fair.

The surgery went smoothly and faster than expected. I had a meniscal tear as well as some cartilage just hanging out. The ACL had a cyst on it that was removed and sent for testing. I had a torn ACL, but not badly enough to be reconstructed. HUGE BONUS!

I had been told I'd be in overnight, but they said I could go home early. I didn't have anyone to come get me, so my poor brother volunteered to turn around and drive all the way back to come get me. So from 6 a.m. until 9 p.m, he was pretty much driving me around or waiting for me. The releasing nurse and I had quite a time of it arranging me into my brother's jeep, but we eventually managed. Getting me back out proved equally entertaining. Thank goodness the drugs were still in my system!

I'm in pain and hobbling on crutches. It's tricky, but I will manage. I'm housesitting, so no one's here with me, but a lovely friend drove out from the city after work last night and looked after me. The sweet woman is returning tonight, even though it's a huge commute for her.

The best news? Instead of a 9-12 moth recovery timetable, we're looking at something more along the line of 9 - 12 WEEKS! How awesome is that? I asked the surgeon if I could possibly be racing again by autumn. His response?

"Definitely"