Ah, that feels better!

On Tuesday, March 6, I had my torn meniscus snipped. (The photo to the left is actually of a dog’s torn meniscus, but it looks an awful lot like mine!

It’s been almost twenty years since my last surgery, but I had same experience with the anæsthetic: one minute I’m awake, blinking at the bright lights, chatting with the staff, and the next thing I know I’m in a different room.

I had a prescription for codeine-based painkiller, but I haven’t used any yet, which is I guess a good sign, a very good sign. I kept the hospital dressing—chiefly a tightly wound tensor bandage—on for most of two days, and Thursday revealed the almost invisible “stab wound” at the top of the knee and the two stitched wounds on either side at the bottom. My knee is a bit stiff, doesn’t like being kept bent, but tolerates walking and even climbing stairs two at a time.

My take is that the surgeon did a very good job.

The next phase, though, is coming back to athletic life. I’ll ride lightly on my trainer today, watching the end of the 2004 Giro d’Italia on DVD. Tomorrow I’ll swim a bit and run in the pool a bit.