Knee. Knee. Knee.

So, if you haven't already heard, I'm back in the states a bit prematurely. I woke up in the middle of the night in Berlin to feel my knee go *pop* and a familiar pain come back to me. So I crutched to the hospital and back to my grandparents, got a new flight home, and the doctor here confirmed what I knew all along: torn medial meniscus in my right knee. I'm waiting to get my MRI, and that will probably confirm that I'll need surgery. Hopefully I can get that out of the way sooner rather than later, because I currently can't fully extend my leg, nor fully bend my knee. But, so goes life.