Meet Homer

The unfortunate, disgusting, egg-sized hematoma that has taken up residence on the back of my knee;

This was taken on December 29, so I still had stitches and quite a bit of swelling around the actual knot. It looks less scabby now and the bruising that you can sort of see on the lower right and swelling that is all around the top left are gone. Homer is much more red now for some reason (I suppose because of all the blood that's under there?) and is mushier sometimes. Other times, he's rock-hard and really sore.

The side view is a little wanky looking because of all the swelling--this ridiculously unflattering shot makes it look as if I don't have a kneecap. That swelling has gone way down, and that actually makes Homer stick out more from the side now than he did in this pic because all the puffiness around him is gone. Damn, I need to go tan.

The ortho says that it can take two weeks (which would be Thursday) or so to diminish. I can't imagine how it will be gone by then.

Homer is my body's way of reacting to the removal of a Baker's cyst that was evidently quite large. I had six stiches to close the incision, and that is, from all I've been told, a big ass incision for a Baker's cyst. Lucky me, right? The only upside is the lovely Demerol. I'm down to one dose a day now--just at night or after lots of walking and bending. Sitting at my desk all day today really did a number on him--Homer doesn't like being crushed when I cross my legs or sit with them bent, but he likes to wait and remind me of that two or three hours later when he grips my leg in paralyzing spasms and throbbing pain when I walk. He calls in all his fluid friends and they have a party around my kneecap. Good times, good times...I just invite Demerol and plant myself on the couch.

Now, admit it--you came to the blog purely out of morbid curiousity. Reveal yourself in the comments if you aren't too grossed out by the image.