Doppleblog

And another one down, another one down, another one bites the dust.

Today, I ruptured my posterior cruciate ligament. Again. And the best part? I was WALKING. Walking in a line. Not turning, not twisting, not running, not juking, not getting tackled, not ice skating, not cycling, not falling, not jumping... I was walking. Walking in a line.

This is the seventh time I've blown out my right knee; the fourth time the PCL has been affected. The first time I shredded the whole thing... PCL, ACL, MCL - half my life ago, I took one hell of a hit that set me up for almost fourteen more years of knee misery. Ah, football.

It's time for that knee replacement.

This isn't a surgery I really want to have. I work retail, and I need to be mobile. Since my re-injury in May of 2012, I utilized a heavy-duty brace to hold myself up for about ten months. Only this past March was I finally able to stray away from the brace for instances longer than an hour. With the exception of a handful of days, I've been brace-free for almost four months. But it's been getting worse, the last month or so. Mid-shift, feeling weak in the knee, wanting to get the brace out of the car... being stubborn and dealing with it... caving in and getting the brace...

And then today happened.

Looks like I won't be brace-free for Vegas at the end of the month after all. This monstrosity will be a nightmare at the airports, too.

Oh, right. And the surgery I've been putting off for years. There's that.