Comfortable hospital life started

As roughly determined a few weeks back, I’m here, in the hospital now. I’ll have the meniscus currently locking the knee trimmed, and also give the left ankle that’s kept me from even walking normally in the last 13 months some drilling.

Cool update is that I’ve negotiated successfully to include the right ankle that’s had narrower range of movement in this party. It’s like scraping off shell creatures off a boat’s bottom face to regain original performance. All these operations happen at once tomorrow.

Sad part this time is I’ll be under general anesthesia, as opposed to local one on lower body that I prefer. I enjoy hearing the instruments chatter, bones being hit, listening to my heartbeat on the monitor, and watching the live stream of endoscope with the doctor. This time, however, I wasn’t given much choice due to technical reasons such as the duration of the procedure. Just as well, I’m not one to push my ideas against what’s deemed best suited by the experienced professional that is the doctor I’m with.

I’ve had a decent career when it comes to being in hospitals, and I’m stoked to see the technological advancements that have taken place over the years. I’m on my PC now, connected to the Internet via my smartphone on tethering, which would totally provide enough infrastructure for some lines of business. Some hospitals, as I would guess, should have WiFi connections as well, making it a more comfortable environment than average nomad offices in that balanced diet is a given, and without any effort from you.

However, physical limitations apply to businesses involving physical goods. I was expecting a week in here initially, which turns out to be about 2-3 weeks due to the amount of work getting done on my legs. So for that period, our business involving physical transport of goods will be affected. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause, and I promise to make up for it by riding well and hard and based on which creating more fun products when I’m recovered.

Knee locked!

My knee popped the other day as I was casually riding. Now I can’t fully extend it.

Seems like the meniscus, a component in the knee joint between the thigh and shin bones, is pinched in a strange location. My right knee has gone through ACL and PCL rupture and reconstruction, and it is rather common to have knee locking problems if your meniscus have damages from such incidents. In a societal context, the Japanese style toilet is nothing but horror for people with such an issue, where deep bending and full body weight load can lead to risks such as dislocation. Although, this time, it’s got more to do with my knee condition than the bending angle.

So, I will be hospitalized on the 28th to have a surgery, which is required this time to get out of the locked state. And as I’d be anesthetized anyway, I’ve asked the doctors to cut this and that and grind off this and that to be as good looking as a Hollywood star. Can’t wait to see the results. The only worry I have is my baby tomato trees, which are the non-industrial, super slow growing type. Been months since I got them from a friend and I’m still babying these babies, and need to find someone to take care of them while I’m in the hospital.

Ankle mystery solved

My left ankle has been weird since last August. And I haven’t done much about it as there were enough things to keep me busy besides bike riding.

But the lingering pain finally made me revisit the hospital to get it sorted. The worst case scenario I had in my mind was that an immediate surgery would be ideal due to some major damage to the bone or ligament, which would mean I’ve let the past half year completely go to waste.

After MRI, it turns out that my ankle bone has necrosis in part. I got injured riding my bike, where a fail bail led to a harsh landing on foot and the impact load against tibia crushed the talus bone, along with its cartilage layer. No wonder it hurts. The area of necrosis seems as large as half a quail egg. Bone graft is an option, but not before giving a shot at natural healing for a year or so.

Now I’m glad. At least no time was wasted in the process, and it doesn’t hurt that much when I ride. It may be common knowledge, but bikes are far easier for your body than walking or running, even if you are talking about bikes for street actions.

For walking and riding, I got prescription ankle braces. For some reason I don’t know, I ended up ordering two to cover both sides. Seriously don’t know why I did it but my ankles must be happy.

Story of troubles on the last day of the year

I came to a stop right by a tram station as I was driving to a hospital. Then came a tram car, onto which a lady with a guide dog boarded. Seats were occupied, and she had a hard time finding a rail to hold on to after climbing the steps from the door of the tram car to its central passage. At one point she almost lost the balance and reached over to the glass window on the entrance door. Offer your seats right away instead of just watching like some dumbasses, you retards with serious disability only in the compassionate system of the brain, I thought, which I could have made heard if I rolled down the window on my end of the world, but I refrained in order to avoid greater confusion.

She seemed to finally get a seat before the next stop. But the situation was a bit dangerous as she could have fallen into or out of the tram door. With the steps separating the door and floor, reaching beyond that space to rest your hand on the door is like taking off on a jump without seeing the landing. People around her must have noticed what was going on; some 4-5 passengers were staring at the dog from the very start, which showed a major lack of any sense of risk in their empty heads. Some may not have noticed it was a guide dog, but ignorance never makes excuse. It is plain guilt.

Anyway, I arrived in the hospital. Why? To have a check on this crazy swelling on the part where a lipoma was removed half a month ago. Verdict: immediate recut to drain blood. Seemed like the staff on duty gave up at first and then a dermatologist reported to work just to do it on this end-of-year day. I was super grateful, but well, it hurts… Anesthesia is not working properly… Really seriously hurts when you cut my flesh, burn my veins, and sew my skin… And nurses are sketchy… This whole place is more like a field hospital… Is that really xylocaine?

Just as symbolized by the ordeal at the very end, this past year was filled with weird health problems, but I could survive it and then some all thanks to your help and support. Hope the next year will be an even better one for us all.

Decapoison

Day 1

Fishy Peperoncino & Chicken Salad. Taste awesome and look healthy!

Day 10

Feels like my guts are being minced. Body weight going down, good things go first.

Food poisoning sucks. It was apparently a bad idea to keep boiled chicken in the fridge for two days, then consume it on salad without reheating. Only good news is I didn’t make anyone else suffer. The season is not over for uncooked meat incidents at BBQ and so on, so stay safe, everyone.

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