It is 9:15 pm on August 31st. Malaysia’s Independence Day. As close to September as dammit is to swearing 😄.
Where have I been for the past two and a half months? Not on my bike, for the most part. Cycling was verboten until about a month ago. You will recall from my last post that I tried jogging, but my knees protested.
This brings me to my sad photograph.
This is my left knee three days after a meniscectomy to remove a tear in the medial meniscus. The tear was an old injury. I aggravated it with the jogging attempts.
The good news is that my surgeon said the rest of the knee is in good shape. No signs of arthritis.
The two weeks following the arthroscopic surgery consisted of physiotherapy, followed by drugs and frequent icing to reduce the swelling that the physiotherapy brought on.
Those of you who have had to rehabilitate a joint know how painful that can sometimes be. Fortunately, the work to strengthen the muscles around, and regain full range of motion in the joint, went well. Two weeks after the operation the sutures came out, and I got the green light to ride my bike again.
After five days of riding on flat roads, it was time to try some slopes.
My happy photograph was taken at the top of a 170 metre / 560 feet climb I did two days ago.
I will take my leave now. Time for Stage 16 of the Vuelta a Espana.
Stay safe and healthy.