Thursday, February 14, 2013
I tore my left knee meniscus 35 years ago. Surgery. I tore my left knee up (I slipped and fell) 2 weeks ago and now I am getting surgery to remove the remainder of the meniscus, and to replace my ACL. More surgery! I am not a happy camper. I'm a scared little girl and I don't want to do this. See. I've BEEN thru this before with my OTHER knee and I KNOW what this means. I know the pain, and I know it is gonna take 9 months of recovery, I know my right knee has never stopped hurting, has never gotten as strong as it was originally. and I don't wanna DO it to my left knee! So this is my last fit of anxiety and self-pity.
Sure, it is my choice. I can have surgery, or I can face sure severe arthritis very soon. I'm doing what is better for me, but it doesn't seem like a GOOD choice anyway. I get to choose between a rock and a hard place! In 3 hours, I am going under the knife.
From now on, I must count my blessings and see the silver lining.