Fast forward to moving back home for the summer and two doctor visits later.
Here's the diagnosis:
1. I have arthritis. The doctor called it "minor" arthritis, minor meaning that we can hopefully fix it.
2. I need another surgery. My first surgery, the one that I had two years ago, was successful in removing the loose body floating around and getting stuck (painfully) between my bones (which means that I couldn't extend my knee for...well, months, if not a year).
This loose body was a piece of cartilage that had broken off and calcified between my bones for years (about from 7th grade until after my senior year of high school had finished. Someone do that math for me). When it broke off, it left a hole in my knee. The doctor/surgeon micro-fractured my knee, making it bleed in the hopes that it would fill up the hole. It didn't. The hole is still there (it's pretty massive, actually. I'd be impressed if it didn't hurt so bad). This new surgery will be a cartilage graft, where they will take cartilage (either from me or from a cadaver) and they will use it to plug up the hole. I have to go to yet another doctor to perform the surgery.
3. If the pain doesn't stop, I'm going to gnaw my knee off. With my teeth.
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