Many apologies to all my readers for the long lag since my last post. I got my summer off to a bad start by with a knee injury that initially looked like it might be very serious. I ended up in a straight cast and on crutches for a few days, and the prognosis by the non-specialists went something like this:
Physician: “Well, you probably tore your ACL, and that means surgery.”
Ted: “Oh, crap…would I be recovered in time for snowboarding this year?”
Physician: “You might get a few runs in during the late season. It depends on how well you heal.”
Ted: “Doctor, will I be able to play the piano?”
Okay, so maybe I didn’t say that last line.
Anyway, the idea of being immobile all summer and beyond, just as the Park City season (for running, hiking, mountainbiking, etc) was kicking in, devastated me. But, when the orthopedic specialist looked at my MRI and X-ray films, he told me that I had a very minor fracture in my fibula, a tear in my miniscus cartilige, and a very small tear in my MCL (the ligament that runs down the knee along the inner leg. Let it heal over about six weeks, stay low impact all summer, apply as much pressure as is comfortable, and use the crutches only if they help relieve pain. And like that, I walked out of the surgery center uncut.
I guess the only other thing to mention is the part that loses any sympathy I might otherwise have garnered, and that’s the “how it happened” part. So here goes.
I was skateboarding the pool at the Park City skate park. And the answer to the next question is: 36 years old.
So there you have it. In my next post, I’ll disclose a little bit about my new job assignment. Again, my apologies to my readers–all six of you–for the drought.
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