I went to the ortho specialist today, and left in tears. These were tears of absolute joy, because I apparently only have a medial meniscal tear, and not the blown ACL that I was sure I had. After wobbling my leg around a whole bunch, he said the most beautiful words in the English language:
"You're fine, now walk."
He said my ACL felt strong, my MCL felt strong, there was no noticeable fluid on my knee, and only minor swelling. The rehab is to use a stationary bike to work on my range of movement, and to "skate as soon as possible" to get my knee back up to speed. I'll only need an MRI if I don't see any improvement. Even if I need surgery (which he says isn't likely) the recovery time will be very quick because it's not very invasive. I can't BELIEVE my luck.
I got to walk out of the office carrying my crutches. I was sobbing because I was so happy. I missed a golden opportunity, though - I so wanted to throw my crutches and leg immobilizer to the ground and scream "HALLELUJA! I'm HEALED!" and skip out of there. However, looking around at the patients with their broken this and that (and crucifixes on chains) made me reconsider.
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