So San Francisco was awesome. Seriously. We drank, we ate, we laughed, we did a photoshoot with a horsehead lamp. You really can't beat that. I will in fact write more about it in the next day or so.
However, this morning I got up early and went to the surgeon. Apparently I have two options for my knee. Wear a super sexy leg brace for the rest of my life OR have surgery. And not the surgery they would do on any other person with the same problem that I have. Oh no. You see, I am a freak of nature. I am hyper bendy (and yet I'm single, explain that one to me). Therefore, the surgery which would mostly be on my muscles would require a six month recovery time. Six. Motherfucking. Months. One of which I'll be in a hip to toe leg brace. Then, each week they'll bend the leg brace one more inch. Whee! Then I get to have more super duper awesome physical therapy.
And this is why I drink.
So the question becomes this: Do I attempt to just get really, really in shape, wear a knee brace at all times (big one over the jeans when I'm out and about, smaller one under the jeans when I'm just at home with los gatos). OR. Severe ouch but my knee will never pop out again which means I won't fall down and go boom.
Thoughts, internet? I leave most of my important decisions of my life up to strangers. And coin flips. I'm nothing if not logical.