The surgery I've been dreading for six years is over. I'm uncomfortable, but not screaming with pain.
I'm furious with my surgeon. He couldn't specifically diagnose my problem from the MRI, so I didn't know what the problem was to begin with.
He didn't talk to me after the surgery, and nobody could tell me what he did, whether it was fixed or anything. It was very frustrating.
Finally after many aborted phone calls (my cell signal is very weak here) I got somebody to call me back who told me that I'd had a torn meniscus and he was able to repair it.
So, I may be back on my bike in a few weeks.
Very exciting! Right now, I'm a little spacey from the codeine. But mostly I'm relieved.