The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

12 August 2004

Just scraping by

"It's not a question of if you'll need that knee replaced," said the doctor. "It's a question of when."

Okay, then. When?

"By the time you're sixty," he said. Nine years and odd, at best.

In the meantime, there is arthroscopy and, um, debridement. (As in debris, which will presumably be removed.) It's a simple procedure, I am assured, but all it does, really, is buy me some time.

And I'm fine with that. I don't think it will keep me from having to have the whole nine yards within the next nine years, but never underestimate my capacity for procrastination. (And if you do, take your time doing it.)

Posted at 6:41 PM to General Disinterest


Given the pace of advances in orthopedic techniques I would wait as long as possible. The procedures can only get better.

Posted by: The Proprietor at 10:36 AM on 13 August 2004

And a check of Webster's New Collegiate reveals that "debris" and "debridement" don't actually come from the same etymological root, but what the hell.

Posted by: CGHill at 5:47 PM on 13 August 2004