The doctor poked, prodded, massaged, and generally checked the status of my knee. I believe I heard him say that I had a possible torn ACL to the intern. He basically told me that I’d have to go in for an MRI scan sometime soon to make sure because he couldn’t tell whether anything was torn right away. He kept asking, “does it hurt when I do this?” and I answered “no” to almost everything. I’m not sure whether that’s necessarily a good sign or not…

In the end, I’m hoping that I won’t have to go through arthroscopic surgery…but the thought of it is kind of cool. That’s where they stick a camera inside your knee and do it all non-invasively.

Well, I’m hoping for the best.

Well, it sounds like a magic spell of some sort, doesn’t it? In truth, they’re just medical terms I found while researching physiotherapy. They mean pain, heat, redness, and collection of fluid.

Being in a splint sucks. Seriously, my leg’s been straight for so long that I think my quads have started to atrophy. No, really, my thigh looks smaller.

Damn it. I’m not looking forward to having to go through months of physio. It scares me frankly. I know it’s only been two weeks since my accident, but I’m freaked out by how not normal the knee looks.

Ugh. With the splint, at first I had to wear shorts. The swollen leg and splint were just too big to get through a proper pant leg. I ended up wearing those pants where you can unzip the bottom half. Now I can fit it in pants, but I still walk pretty much like Frankenstein’s monster. It’s expected though.

This Monday I’ll be going to the doctor to see what he says about it all. I can’t wait.

I’ll have to keep the leg still for at least two weeks. For that purpose, I have to wear a leg splint during this time. Before that I was just wearing the tensor bandage thinking, “alright, I can go around with my jeans on without any problem.” Well, that hope was dashed with my visit to the fracture clinic.

When I went, I was smart enough to wear shorts under my jeans. Otherwise, I probably would’ve had to go home in the cold weather in just my boxers.

Imagine that.

Today, I’m at work wearing the type of pants where the bottom parts of the pants can be unzipped right off. One leg is in “shorts” mode while the other is keeping my leg covered.

I can walk around, albeit stiffly, like a robot. Not that I’m complaining–the splint helps me sleep at night since I don’t really have to worry about what position my leg is in.