I had a friend of mine who is a sports trainer look at my knee Monday afternoon. He poked, prodded, crowbarred around in there, kept asking "How does this feel?" I can get around, but it takes me twenty minutes longer to do anything, including and especially get out of bed in the morning. Peg-legging seems to be the way to go, at least for now. It's weird, though, because when I'm sitting, I seem to have most of my flexibility still. And without pain. It's the straightening that sucks.
"MCL, which is probably the best news I can give you," he says to me. "It heals on its own, and there's almost no change in treatment from second to third degree injury on it. So don't be an idiot with your knee for the next few days, we'll see how it heals itself."
That being said, I'm going to class tonight. I'm not doing takedowns or guard work--hell, I'll be amazed if I can do half of the stuff Klint works in class. But this weekend he's having a few of my teammates test for promotion, and I refuse to miss that. I want to be able to help them as much as I can, even if it's chirping from the sidelines tonight.
So I haven't gotten an MRI, but I've gotten the best advice that my cash-strapped self can right now. Besides, I really should be studying.