Ken

Not sure if I've put it here or not, but anyways, here goes: the reason for the failure of my first ACL reconstruction has to me been a mystery for a long time. About 7 years, in fact. Throughout this time I've come up with the most ludicrous ideas as to why it, and I, failed. I didn't eat enough protein; I didn't push myself enough on the bicycle; I missed a session; I started playing to early; and so on.

Not until now, a third of my life later, did I find out the true reason. It wasn't me. I had nothing to with it. In fact, there was nothing (save for quitting sports altogether) that I could have done to change the outcome of the surgery. It was doomed to fail. The surgeon, believe it or not, messed up. He placed the tibia (upper) tunnel wrong so that the new ACL was placed in a completely wrong angle. The surgeon I saw in England - and his colleague - laughed heartily at the x-rays. It simply could not have worked.

Since I found this out, I had not seen him. Until today. For two months now I've been harvesting evil thoughts about him and today at the gym he walked by on his way to a patient. Of course he doesn't know that I know. I'm not even sure he knows WHAT I know! I gave him the evil eye nonetheless. Oh, and he looks like a slightly aged, ill-preserved Ken doll. Twat.

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