So after the doctors put me in a capsule, made me felt like I was in a coffin, blasted loud irritating magnetic sounds, made me wait alone for 2 hours in town, they finally gave me a big envelope. I was excited to know my injury, ironically. But I was patient enough to wait till I got home. So there were 5 big films in it. I could clearly see the interior of my left knee but I was unfortunately not pro enough to figure out what went wrong or which ligaments actually tore. So I thought it was pointless. And then I realised there's actually a slip of report in that envelope.
And here's what it says;
MRI: Left Knee.
Clinical notes: Twisting injury.
Technique: Blah, blah, bah.
Findings: Blah, blah, blah.
Conclusion: There is a high-grade ACL tear(almost complete tear). Mild MCL strain and bone contusions in the lateral comparment in the tibiofemoral joint are noted.
Negative for meniscal tear.
Yep, you heard that right. Not meniscus, PCL, LCL or MCL tear. ACL. And yeah, big tear. Almost full. Unbelievable, really. I thought I've been able to jump and run already. I'm so hampered. But what the hell. This is life. So now I just want to go through this quickly. Go cut my legs, drill my bones, sew my ACL, put screws in my joints, sew my skin back, whatever needed. Then let me heal and rot as a handicap for months. No more suspense please. I'm so sick and tired of blabbering about my knee already. No more.
And mum, I'll quit football, ok? If that makes you happy. I don't think I can still play well anyway. You're right. I'm just a dreamer all along.
Off to Malacca. Misses. Bye!
Dreams of you.
I always wake up and stare for long.
Sometimes, I worry.
Should I tell you?
