The inside of my knee with the fractured meniscus
The operation on my knee went predictably well. Other than the slight regression concerning the peridural and loss of bladder control…apparently I shouldn’t worry because 50% of folks that get a peridural have these sorts of little, um, accidents. It was certainly weird to be wheeled around on my back on the gurney. I felt like an actor in one of those hospital sitcoms or soap operas. Fortunately, it went quickly and I am already walking – although admittedly I should ease off quite a bit so that my knee fully recovers. Oh yeah, another bummer is the anti-phlebo shots I have to take so that I don’t explode my lungs with a blood clot of something. Christ, they have a unique way of scaring the living shit out of you some doctors, don’t you think?
Homeland
In other news, I watched the first three episodes of Homeland. It is a bit of a tired old story: renegade CIA agent with a wild-hair but most likely accurate suspicion on an otherwise unsuspectible suspect, a complacent and patriotic CIA chief of staff, a withered Afghanistan veteran coming to terms with his wife (who predictably was boning his best friend and superior), and the usual arab terrorist mastermind. Kind of anti-war but kind of pro-war at the same time. All that Showtime ambiguity I suppose. Anyone else watching this one? Not sure that I’ll continue…
OK so, I better go rest my knee now…more tomorrow 
