Today I had my MRI and my follow-up consultation, which was rescheduled from next Tuesday.  The MRI was…loud.  I’ve had an MRI before, and it involved me putting on earplugs and headphones and listening to Mozart for 30 minutes.  I thought this would be somewhat similar…instead, I put on headphones, started to drift to a nap, then was jarred awake by the awful beeps and clangs that tore right through the sad excuse for noise reducers that cupped my ears. 

But no matter – the verdict was that I don’t need surgery, in the doctor’s opinion.  A hard cast for 2 weeks, followed by physical therapy, would be enough to restore full range of motion.  100% stability for my knee is, alas, a fiction – the ligaments are simply too worn at this point.  Perhaps if my kneecap strays again, reconstructive surgery will be necessary, but for the moment, exercise and safety are my closest allies.

Matt, version 3, here to stay for 2 more weeks.  I know it looks like I’m attempting a pose, but I’m actually trying to draw attention to the hard cast that now encases my leg.  Also, I’ve installed padding on my crutches, because it hurt to haul myself around by pressing my palms on hard, merciless plastic. Oh, and I’m wearing a Jet Set Zero T-shirt, but don’t let that think the shirt leads to crutches.

If you’re in Seoul and want to sign my cast, shoot me an email: Matt[at]jetsetzero.tv.  This sucker better not be bare white when they remove it in 2 weeks…