Our trips to Norway never disappiont. My husbnad and I were finally able to visit family and friends after a long three years of COVID restrictions. Nieces and nephews had children and friends and family planned festive evenings for us. The lazy days at the summer cabin and boating in the fjords never felt so relaxing. Until....
Well, Knut tore his hamstring while water skiing with his much younger and fit nephew. Perhaps it was the photo Knut was given the day before from the neighbor that made him think about his youth. An ambulance and ER later, those relaxing days were no more. Of course, to add insut to injury I sprained my MCL and tore my meniscus on my right knee doing what? Ha. I slipped on some steps while looking at a sculpture of a tiny bald man with a pine tree for a penis. Yep. Looking at a penis! Was it worth it? No.
Fast forward to winter 2023. Six months after I fell I reluctantly agreed to surgery. I was very upset at the situation but six months was too long to wait. The timing just sucked. Honestly, the pain was so unbearable that immediately upon return from a trip to Scotland to photograph mountain hares I had my surgery.
"It was worse than I thought," said the orthopedic surgeon when he tried to talk to me post-op. Not something you want to hear? Nope.
So here I am during my busy winter season, at home trying to build up the strength in my knee so I could snowshoe. Dr. Kim may put the kabosh on any such activity.... Oi vei.