After nearly one full month of waiting after my skiing mishap I had an MRI of my knee taken on Wednesday. The wait between Wednesday and today (Friday) has been unlike any I've had since childhood. I could equate it to the youthful anticipation preceding both a birthday party and a punitive visit to the Principal's office. The flesh surrounding my knee held within its invisible confines the deciding factor of my military and athletic future...totally beyond my control. Held at the mercy of the slow-grinding Army healthcare system, I was finally granted a measure of relief today.
Early this afternoon, I placed a call to the hospital, and after a series of transfers and ever-so-enlightening hold messages I was rewarded with the results of my MRI. When I got through to the nurse, I was so relieved and excited to finally know the condition of my knee that the bad news didn't affect me as strongly as I might have expected. In short - my ACL is torn, I've got a cyst which may or may not have resulted from the initial trauma, all the bones in my knee joint have bruising evident, and there is a substantial amount of fluid. I need to confirm the treatment plan with my doctor on Monday - but from what I understand I'm looking at surgery and a 6-12 month recovery. Horray. So much for racing this year...
Moreover, now I need to seriously start looking at College. I've only got a year left in the Army, and don't plan on re-up'ing at this point, particularly given my relegation to desk work. Maybe I'm just an oaf - and hurt myself because that's what I'm prone to do...or maybe I needed a little extra push to get my education, and the ski accident was that push.
At least I can ride for the time being. Here's to pedaling