So, March 18th our lovely dog, Skeeter, apparently discovered how to get out of the back yard. Jen came back from taking Ethan to school and went to let him back into the house – and discovered he wasn’t there. She was leaving out the front door when a neighbor was walking up the front steps, carrying Skeeter. Joy.
Abby has dance class right after school, so Jen took Abby and the boys right to the studio, and Emma let Skeeter into the backyard, unaware of the hole in the fence. She discovered he was out, and was heading out when… another neighbor was bringing Skeeter back again. More joy. Emma put some extra pavers from the patio in front of the holes in the fence – she wasn’t sure which was “the one” – and I figured I’d get the fence patched up as soon as I could.
That night was our Cub Scout Pack’s Pinewood Derby, so I didn’t get a chance to fix the hole in the fence. Saturday morning I was still a little groggy and let him into the yard. He wandered around for a bit, and I kept an eye on him for the first few minutes – and then I kept checking on him every 5 or so minutes. He was fine.
And then he was gone.
I grabbed some shoes, told Emma and Noah to get dressed and be ready to head out. After a quick check in one direction, I decided to go another way and look for Skeeter by his “friends” houses – he loves a good smack talk session when he’s on a leash and mom or dad are around. The other dogs give as good as they take, so it seemed a very likely possibility that he’d be over at one of those houses trying to raise a stink. While jogging around that neighborhood – the dogs are spread apart – I did something to my knee. After checking the last house, I hobbled home, only to discover….
Skeeter in the neighbors yard. The look on his face said “Hey, how’s it going? Have a good walk?”
After fixing up the fence (chain link is easy to work with, thankfully) – and after discovering that Skeeter was trying to hide another exit point – I went inside to ice up the knee and hope that it was just a strain.
Fast forward to Monday morning, when my knee was pretty swollen and it hurt quite a bit to walk on it. I called out of work and managed to get an appointment with the same Orthopaedist who I’ve seen for some shoulder and – ironically – knee issues. The same knee.
The x-rays revealed no issues, but he was concerned with the swelling and how I responded to his…. handling of my knee (pushing, pulling, poking, proding, and trying to move it ways that I wasn’t sure it could have done before I did this). He then ordered an MRI and said to try to stay off it. They even gave me a fancy knee brace to wear.
The next day I showed up for the MRI and managed to fall asleep while they were doing the scans. Ten days after doing the damage, I met with the doctor again – he said that I have a “Torn Horn” injury in the meniscus, and that he’d like to do arthroscopic surgery and remove the hanging bits of the meniscus off – they were, as he put it, like bits of hangnail – the more they are touched as I move around, the more they will hurt.
What’s killing me about the situation now is that the knee feels better overall. It hurts to walk, yes, but it doesn’t hurt near as much as it did originally. And based on conversations I’ve had with several people, I’m not entirely sure that surgery will be the answer – especially since more than a few of those people had surgery and are still dealing with issues.
Anyone have any advice?