So, anyone who's known me for the past, say, 20 years, knows that I have bad knees. Recently, this situation worsened when I made an overly aggressive move in my Friday morning cardio-hip hop class and somehow managed to tear my meniscus. It doesn't hurt most of the time, but when I screw it up, I can't straighten my leg. So I got an MRI and took it to the doctor. His verdict? Not only do I have a meniscus tear, but in the back of my knee, I have a cyst. I find this gross; he says it's pretty normal with a tear because fluid tends to leak out of your damaged knee and pool at the back. Fair enough. But it's still gross. More worrisome, however, is that he noticed a part of my kneecap where it appeared I had no cartilage left at all. Seeing as how I am but 29 years old, that is not a good thing. I asked him what he suggested we do about that. His response? "I would drill small holes in your bone to make it bleed." I am not kidding. He actually said that. I responded, "Wow, that's not something you want to hear from your doctor," and he proceeded to explain that the bloody bone would presumably release some pluripotent cells that could produce a bit of "scar cartilage" (scartilage?) and ease my aching joints. Sounds good, but how about the recovery? FOUR WEEKS on crutches and FOUR MONTHS of no physical activity. This is beyond depressing to me, not only because I hate myself if I don't exercise for even a single day, but because working out is a primary way I control my diabetes. Very upsetting.
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