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Keywords: life
Well, I've been fighting it for twenty years now, but I've finally decided that its time to get my knee fixed. I damaged it when I was about 15, and it has been getting progressively worse ever since. Ive now got a loose piece of ligament that occasionally wraps itself around the back of my lower leg bone, locking my knee in place. It used to only stay that way for a day or two, but the last incident lasted for almost two weeks. The doctor said if I don't get it fixed soon, one of these times it isn't going to unlock.

Ok, I give...

So I finally get my x-rays and MRI done, and the doctor sets me up an appointment for two weeks from today. "Sure, no problem." I say, paying no attention to when that actually is, "I can make that." Well, I'm not really the superstitious type, but I'm not sure if Friday the 13th is really a day I want to have surgery done. :P

Wish me luck...
Hopefully the doctor will go through the surgery steps with you. If one of the tools is a machette, run! Er, unless your knee locks up. Then point out teenagers in the gynecology department so their deaths will give you time to crawl.
You're a cold man, Mr. Wraith. Dead on, but cold.
:P
What are you talking about? Friday the 13th is an excellent day to get cut open.
I get the feeling your doctor doesn't like you.
Heh, you sound like me when it comes to injuries. Other than when i was like 1, and when I was born of course, I've never seen the inside of a hospital, even though I should have many times.
Don't worry, Mr Flick sir. Igor here is a very accomplished surgeon.
It's okay a 50/50 chance of living is a pretty good deal.