The Day of the WB Appointment
If you had told 10-weeks ago that I would go 10-weeks without being on a bike I would have had a panic attack. I probably would have come close to having a heart attack if you have hinted at any more than two weeks off the bike. Today I got on the bike for the first time in 9-weeks and 3-days and it was only a spin bike on the easiest setting for 30-minutes. I miss being on the bike but I know I’ll survive and I know I’ll get back. I’m in no hurry to rush it and know I have a long recovery ahead of me. While I do feel there are many things I missed out on during this time, I also think this has given me a chance to gain perspective. I don’t know how long it will be before I’m obsessed with the bike again. Who knows, maybe I will keep perspective and make room for other priorities in my life. Either way, I believe I will come out of this experience a happier, more well-rounded person.
So when I finally had my appointment I was ready for the worst. The doctor hung up my X-ray and asked me how I was feeling. I just started rambling. I mentioned the pain on the inside of my knee but that it feels much better than it did; blah, blah, blah. He finally interrupted me and asked more about the pain. He bent my knee to the side, which didn’t hurt. He then checked my ACL, which was strange but yielded good results. Turns out it is either my MCL or a meniscus tear. If it’s a meniscus tear I will likely need arthroscopic surgery again. He also asked me how it felt when I walked on it, which made me do a double take. Apparently he has a different post-op plan for patients. Finally, I asked him about the X-rays and he said they were fine. I left feeling a weight lifted and ready to start physical therapy. What was surprising is that I had no desire to actually try any weight-bearing until I started physical therapy. I think I finally realize that my body has limitations.