That sucks, 82. What really sucks is I bet he wishes he could go back and rehab it right after it happened, but it's too late now.Hungary Jack wrote:QED. You really have to work your butt off to come back from an ACL tear/reconstruction.cardsfansince82 wrote:Honestly I would guess that a lot of it is my friend's fault. In HS he was a pretty good athlete and never drank or smoked anything. After we corrupted him he tore his ACL and after that all he did was drink or get high and eat fast food. I remember him going to a few PT sessions after the surgery but he never lifted any weights or exercised beyond that. So any of the rare times he did do something like golf or pickup basketball he really favored it. Not only was his knee still weak but he was carrying a lot more weight than he did before. I saw him a few months ago and you could tell just by him walking around that something was wrong. I don't know if he had a completely successful surgery or not, but he didn't do himself any good with the way he handled it.AWvsCBsteeeerike3 wrote:Sorry to hear about your friend. How did it go so wrong or did nothing go "wrong" according to the docs but he's just stuck with a bum knee? I heard stories like this everywhere prior to the surgery and that's why I feel a lot of it is just lucky. That's why I was so amped about everything being normal again....it's not like I cut my finger and it healed w/o a scar or something minor here.cardsfansince82 wrote:Lucky you. My buddy in college tore his ACL playing intramural softball. He had surgery and still ambles around like an olf man.
And, yes, I worked my ass off for the last 5+ months rehabbing the knee 10+ times a week (3 times a week at PT and the rest on my own). It's sucked big time, but finally it is worth it.
Luke, glad to hear yours turned out so well. You might be the first success story from Paletta (jokes, jokes
)I tweaked mine this weekend playing racquetball (all I've done so far) when my shoe caught as I was sliding across the floor (to my right) and I had to jump to avoid falling. I came down on my right leg with my body falling right (which is extremely similar to how I tore it). I should have just fallen to avoid stressing it, but instinct took over. At the time I was like Oh [expletive] me, but now I'm glad it happened as it gave me even more confidence in the knee.