When your knee is fucked but you miss being outdoors.
With this I would thank to each one of you for the sea of support that you'll let me dive into. It's been two weeks now and the knee feels better already, it is truly said "life starts on the other side of the fear". All this while I was "scared" of getting this surgery done seems so tiny now. Why the fuck did I wait so much?
There are no regrets ofcourse as the clouds of "live each day as your last" has always covered my head. Nonetheless with the hope of being stronger then ever, I see better days post recovery.