If you have read one of my last posts, you would know that I’ve had a complete rupture of my left anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) and last Friday I had to have the ligament reconstructed using tendons from the bottom of my hamstring. The surgery was a successful. The tendon that replaced the old ligament is twice as strong as the original so I am unlikely to do it again, which is good to know.

I stayed in hospital for two nights, it was only supposed to be one but some of the medications was making me vomit so I wasn’t allowed to leave. As a result I missed my high-school reunion.

I’m quite disappointed that I wasn’t able to go; I was really looking forward to comparing notes with people from my past. I wanted to know who’d settled down, who’d had children, who had awesome jobs, who didn’t. I wanted to see whether people were the same as they were ten years ago, or whether they had grown and changed the way I feel I have.

I will get a booklet sent out to me from the school with everyone’s little blurbs, but it’s not really the same.

The knee is ok. I need crutches to walk and the leg feels weak, bruised, swollen and heavy. I’ve been finding it a bit of a challenge to remember that I’m allowed to take it easy. Even the medication I was hoping would help me write something trippy and amazing just made me sleepy; and now that I’m in less pain I’m not allowed the strong medication anymore.

I will continue to recover slowly, I’m going to try to do some more writing and reading over the next few days (less watching dvds and looking at lolcats). Hopefully the rest will do me good and I will be energised to get back into everything again.

I know there is a lesson to be learned in this experience. Maybe it’s about patience, allowing myself to be weak, to be taken care of, to show me that I can handle just about anything. Maybe it’s about something else I haven’t found it yet. Or maybe sometimes shit just happens.