Here we go again…

As I write this post, I’m back in the waiting room at Midwest Sports Medicine.  This is never a good way to start a day.  It’s been about four years since I’ve been here, and I’m not real happy to be back.

I’ve had problems with my right knee since High School.  Four years ago I had a microfracture procedure on it to hopefully extend its life.  I’m hoping to get another ten years out of it before I switch to titanium.

My bad knee is not what brings me here this morning, though.  It’s the joint formerly know as my Good Knee.  The other day out of the clear blue sky I started having brief, extreme pain in my left knee.  It feels like something is getting pinched in my joint.  I’m guessing a torn meniscus.

Last night we took Dan to the Weber Grill Resturant for his birthday dinner.  I was supposed to go golfing with my dad and friends, but because of my knee, I couldn’t go.  A mixed blessing, I suppose, because I was able to have a nice evening with Becky’s family.  My knee was hurting a lot, so Haley grabbed my hand and said, “Here, I’ll help you walk, old man.”  The only one who seems to be enjoying my old age is Haley.

As I was writing this post, I was called in to see the Dr.  It seems he’s thinking I have a torn meniscus as well, and scheduled an MRI for Monday.