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Yesterday I spent 30 minutes in my orthopaedic surgeon's office listening to him use very long and complicated words to describe what was going on in my knee. He went over the MRI results and pointed to colored blobs and even used a 3D model at one point so I knew exactly what was going on. All the big words basically boiled down to one point though...

My knee is never going to get better.

The meniscus tear is healed. The bone bruise is gone. My MCL/ACLs are perfect. My quadrocep and tendon over the knee are strong and everything from the surgery has come out exactly as planned.

Except for the fact that me knee cap is eroding away.

The underside of my kneecap has been worn away of it's protective soft tissue. Some was removed in the initial injury, some during the surgery. Now... every step I take, the underside of that rough kneecap slides back and forth over the leg bones in the joint. It will continue that slow sawing motion until eventually the knee will start to break down from bone loss. Maybe in 10-15 years. Then I will have to have a full replacement.

For now... the joint is healthy and stable enough to use for most activites. It will continue to cause me pain in varying degrees forever though. I will now have to realistically research what type of damage I'm doing to my liver with all the vicodin I've taken and will be taking in the future. The opiate isn't the issue... it's the acetametaphin.

I wasn't ready to have a bad knee. That doesn't matter, because that's what I've got.

I think I should become a creative consultant on House.