I am back. I got there at noon, and only had the arthroscopy at 5.15pm, woke up at 7 and came home at 10. Well, home to my friends' place, because you have to have someone with you for 24 hours after the op. It is not 24 hours yet, but hey, I am fine.
I didn't see any doctors. They are mythical beings who flit in and out of the shadows. The sister and I read my notes, and from what we can make out from the diabolocal hand writing, they did the scope and washed it out. There is Grade II, III and some Grade IV damage to the bones. I have no idea what that means. But believe me, it all started with the injury, because my knee has always been perfectly normal, and the other one is fine too.
I have to keep the enormous bandage on for 2 weeks and then go back to the clinic to have it resized. Whatever that means too. And I have no idea what to do when it starts slipping, which it appears to be doing today. Hmmmm. I may ring the sister later.
Anyway. It is done. Whatever done is. And then I was taken to see my MP this morning, who was unsurprised about the speed of the arthroscopy once they knew I was seeing him. But what happens to people who are not seeing Members of Parliament? He is writing to them about the 14 weeks of knee debacle, and they have to respond to him by law, so I should get a response too. We also discussed other things.
And then I came home. I am now going to flop on the couch and do absolutely nothing. Thanks so much for all your prayers and lovely messages. You are wonderful.
PS: Just been back to the fracture clinic to have the bandage redone. Apparently there is "too much damage to the patella for a tubi-grip" . How nice to know.