Well hi there, dear readers. It may come as a surprise to many of you that I have just undergone surgery. Actually, it was a surprise to me too. Here's the scoop.
A few weeks ago I noticed a slight sensation in my right knee during Brazilian Jiu Jitsu training. It was not painful at all, but I could feel a slight sensation that let me know that there was something that may be not quite right. So, I decided to go for an MRI, which happened last week, Monday morning. Later that day, I went to see an orthopedic surgeon who had a look at the scans and informed me that I had a rather severe meniscus injury that required corrective surgery. I managed to get a spot in a hospital for the following Wednesday.
Having had the same operation, an arthroscopy, on the left knee several years ago, I was aware of what was going to happen. The surgery went well, and now, 6 days later I can definitely say that I can feel the knee slowly getting back to normal. I am still hobbling around on crutches, but the swelling is going down and I think I'll be back to normal in about 2 weeks.
Whenever one has experiences like this, where our body's limitations are illustrated with inescapable clarity, it is always an opportunity to ponder the real blessing that health and youth represent. Since the surgery, small things like showers and getting changed have become real challenges. The fact that I never noticed such things highlights just how true it is that we take everything for granted until it is lost. When one ponders this point, it becomes depressingly apparent how people today squander their very lives away; their health with things like alcohol, drugs and smoking, their time with tabloid junk and pointless television and their intelligence with obsession over sporting events and meaningless chatter.
It is only when one is faced with this sort of reminder that we are forced to contemplate our limits and our mortality. I pray that I do not lose sight of the fact that health, wealth and time are finite, and that failure to use these wisely and productively while I have them would be the most tragic waste of life as well as cause for unimaginable regret when, inevitably, I no longer have them.