It didn’t kill me, so that’s a start

It started with me taking off my pants.

As with most surgeries, this is where my story begins.

I went into the Sky Ridge Medical Center that morning to have the torn meniscus in my right knee removed, an injury suffered during my weekly Air Force physical training session more than a month ago. That day, our public affairs shop played ultimate football, a variation on ultimate frisbee, and I was thoroughly excited for the change of pace from the “run until you puke” we did for physical training earlier that week. During the game, I jumped up for a pass and landed awkwardly. A surge of pain ripped through my knee like a lightning bolt, leaving me writhing on the Astroturf field. I slowly got up and limped around a bit, realizing this was more than just a simple sprain.
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