I hobbled my way back home that night, but the next day I couldn't walk without assistance. I was pretty scared, because even though I have injured both knees pretty bad in the past, I have never hurt myself to the point where I couldn't walk. I took a taxi to the hospital. Four hours, one giant sized needle injected straight into my knee, and one HIV test later (it's a long story), the doctor told me to come back on Monday for a MRI.
On Monday, I showed up to see the doctor, and he tells me that I have a level 1 MCL tear. The good news is that I didn't need surgery or an expensive MRI. A wave of relief rushed over me. It wasn't as serious as I had thought. My immediate response was, “When can I start training again”? He just gave me a deadpan look and started laughing. He said it would be awhile before I could start training again. Then he hooked my leg up to some funny gadget that tickled.
“Who do these doctors think they are”? I thought. With their fancy medical jargon, modern science, and nice hair cuts. In my four plus years of training, I have never gone more than a week or two without training. I was pretty depressed.
This last month I've still been going to my gym to do weight training (which the doctor said was okay). After about a week and a half I started to doing the stationary bike, so I could keep my cardio up. After about three weeks, I started drilling very lightly. No sparring though.
This week, my leg has been feeling pretty good, although I am going to be extra careful not to push it too hard. I had good training sessions and hopefully I will be 100% soon.