The news finally sank in.
Despite my accurate prognosis, and the fact that i actually have had an injury of the same magnitude, it actually hurts to hear it from a professional.
"Yeah, you definitely have a torn ACL. No need MRI for that."
On the one hand, i was sunken by the fact that its confirmed, despite all that silly stuff with words like "miracles", "surprises" from friends and families alike, which actually like the stock market, is being raised to the peak for it to fall faster than terminal velocity.
Well at least, i save 800 odd bucks for MRI which, according to Dr. Andrew Tan, is uncalled for since the knee pull test is actually a clinical diagnosis.
Sorry Ryan, you just spent what could have been your luxury-item-of-the-month-bill on a 40 minute sleep at the MRI machine.
So the decision now is whether to operate or not.
Im inclined to operate, considering im not exactly at the retirement age and i still plan to be on rather than off the field. And with two knees, one plastic and one metallic (i'll explain that later), i'll be the new Bionic Man.
Nice.
But the rehab is so going to kill me, 1 month on crutches, 3 months to jog and 6 months to recovery. As Dr. Andrew said in that noncholant tone of a worldy orthopedic expert, its like Michael Owen and Ruud Van Nistelrooy.
Im quite sure he was schooled in the olden days of soccer when those two players were then superstars.
Well at least i've Weiwei alongside me, feeling the same amount or more pain as he'll prolly be doing the surgery around the same time as me. And oh, at least my arms are injury-free (touch wood, please) to support my crutches and transport me around like a temporary disabled personnel.
And back to that metal and plastic thingy, my left knee is now occupied by a couple of metal screws to hold my knee together. Sounds eew but im actually going to have plastic screws inserted into my knee by doing a hamstring replacement rather than a patella one which was done for my left knee previously.
You'll probably think im talking gibberish but im not.
So i'll try to be Pollyanna, the girl in a film feature which went crazy on the franchise, who leads life with an optimistic attitude. Even when she was met with an accident that rendered her legs immobile, albeit temporarily, she told herself at least she had her legs.
And i have mine, just that they arent exactly functioning properly.
So thank you all for those who showed/thought care and concern for me. And thank you for asking how i am, but until i actually exit the OR, i wont feel a thing. The emotional aggression against the many possibilities ahead has been fought and won, and now i just stand against time to get back to running ways.
Literally.
Bad days can go worse only if you allow it to. Beat it!