in a nutshell, words of one syllable, the knee has to go to the mechanic. it's broke. so there.
got the MRIs to give to the orthopedist next Wednesday, and could not resist a peek. mind you, I am not a trained radiologist, although I can find 8-3-0 in bad weather. what I get out of them... I see horsies, duckies, bunnies... and the Hounds of Hell, fangs dripping, leaping off the page.
methinks I could use some other medical help... .