Here we are at Week Five of the Terminal Knee Watch. At the stroke of happy hour I am uncorking the champagne. Last night I sank successfully into a Child’s Pose. See Week Four’s post if you don’t understand. This is the point (four to six weeks) at which I’m supposed to intuit (without the help of an MRI) whether my meniscus will heal without surgery.
This is what I know:
The swelling is gone. I can bend it nearly within its full range of motion. I am no longer limping. Pain is only intermittent. The joint still doesn’t feel quite right. It catches and wobbles enough that I’m still too scared to run on it. I can climb stairs and descend them without much discomfort. I can power-walk. I can swim. I can hike with a knee brace. I can ride my bike. I can kneel with caution. I can do Child’s Pose. I can live with that. That’s what I know.
This is what I don’t know:
If any of this means the meniscus is healing.
If it is not healing, the injury has improved significantly, which means my quality of life has improved significantly. Hence my celebration. I have showered this knee with boundless love and affection. I have cradled, caressed, and serenaded this knee. Nothing has been held in check when it comes to positive reinforcement. Another blogger I know says “Love is my superpower.” When it comes to this knee love has been my supernatural power. Healed or not, it’s a happy knee. I intend to keep it that way.
The next two to three weeks are supposed to tell me if this is as good as it is going to get without surgery. If this is as good as it gets, I can live with that. If there is more improvement to come, I’m obviously cool with that too, but I still can’t afford surgery. So all in all, we’re good. Me and my brilliant, gorgeous, irreplaceable knee. We’re good.
Wednesday’s prompt:
We need to make friends.
Tuesday’s prompt:
Write about opening a business.
Monday’s prompt:
I wanted to leave before you __________.
I had to wait for ___________.
— Mercy
The Renaissance Heart 
Huzzah sweet knee!
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