The First Hours of the Rest of the Life of Sleeve's Left Knee

The microfracture procedure was pretty simple, at least from where I was lying, and done arthroscopically, on an out-patient basis.  I cheked-in like around 1100 hours and was out by 1400 hours.   Unfortunately, the nurse refused to wheel me into the OR--I had to walk in and hop onto the operating table myself.   It lacked all the drama of Quincy or Marcus Welby.  They knocked me out, but I woke up with like 10 or 15 minutes to spare, and was able to watch the procedure on the monitor.  Unfortunately, I couldnt see much because they made me take out my contacts. The anesthesiologist told me I would not remember anything.  So how is it that I remember him saying, "You wont remember anything?"  I dunno--go figure.  I also recall waking up and asking "What's going on?" and "How many holes are we making?" and commenting that I'd like to put the video on my website, to which he responded, "That would be an expensive website."   I dunno--this website as it is looks pretty cheap to me.

After the procedure, they wheeled me out in dramatic style, then fed me some crackers and Sprite.   My folks were there to drive me home, and my Mom went to pick up the prescribed vicodin and codeine, which I never had to use, fortunately, but oddly enough, because I never experienced any pain after the surgery.