  For those of you I haven't told yet, here are my MRI results. Pretty grim. ACL-- torn. Initially they thought it was 100% severed, but no, the bastard is hanging on by a thread (literally).
My knee is so loose that the dr was amazed that I had been walking on it for the past 6 months (and even more so that I had been skiing and kickboxing on it, too).
Medial Meniscus-- ?? Where is it? It wasn't in the MRI. It has popped out of joint. That's why I can't straighten my knee. The Dr wants to go in and fix my ACL, but he can't operate until I can fully extend my knee, which I can't do because the meniscus is in the way, blocking my knee extension. I have to pop my meniscus back in to joint . WTF???? Talk about PAIN!! I have been trying to straighten my knee all day, to no avail.
Surgery scheduled for Friday, April 16th. In a WEEK. The Dr said he's gonna pop the meniscus back in for me (unless I can do it before then) and "clean up me knee. " CLEAN UP MY KNEE?!?
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My knee isn't a fucking kitchen!!!! Arg! And I have to be back on my feet for school on the following Tuesday. Dammit. Dammit. DAMMIT . Conclusion. After this first "minor" surgery (why do they call it minor?
is any surgery "minor??? ) I have to work on my knee's mobility, and when it's back to 100%, they're gonna go BACK in and fix my ACL. A much less "minor" surgery. Life is gonna be one fucking party for me in the next few months. On a lighter note, at least I got my honors cords today, even though I skipped the boring ceremony. Being on crutches does have its advantages. 
