This is Part 2: Meet The Orthopedic Surgeon

if you missed part 1 and want to read: The Tackle please go here, The doctor / surgeon, a local lad, looks like a bit of a flash Herbert but he come highly recommend as a knee guy, “Drop you pants and sit on the bed” he say’s I get the feeling that he’s said that before. Then he start yanking at my leg, up, down, sideways, holding my leg down and say push into my hand. I can barely hold back the tears of pain from spilling out, I so need to punch him across the room. “Tell me if you feel any discomfort” he says in a kind of knowing way “a little” i respond trying hard to display my battle of Britain stiff upper lip demeanor, as we lock eyes into what could be called a death stare.

Yes I am afraid you have a torn ALC (anterior cruciate ligament), he goes over to his desk to get a model knee to show me what need to be done, meanwhile I pull my trouser back on desperately trying to regain some of my dignity. After a very detailed explanation of this ligament and that bone, my mind is singing ” thigh bone connected to my shin bone, shin bone connected to my ankle bone, ankle bone connected to my …. you know the rest.

Then whoa hold your horses big fella your going to harvest some what from my where, Don’t you just hate it when you hear the words Harvest in connection to your body. This sent a big shiver down my spine. He is serious, he is going to take a portion of my hamstring and fold it up a few time and this will be my new ACL. “Don’t worry you wont feel a thing” he say’s somehow he’s not making me feel any better. We complete the necessary paperwork and I am booked in to the fancy private hospital next to the park ( thank you, thank you private health insurance you have been fleecing me for years, now its pay back time ) I feel marginally better at this stage, we shake hands and I leave, I linger slightly on the hand shake examining those skilled hands and master fingers that will ultimately be holding the knife that cuts me deep, I am happy, well manicured just the right amount of squeeze in his grip and very steady.

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