JUNE 19th, 2012
Blank. Ken stared into the white ceiling of his hotel room... Spread out on the king size bed while looking above him. A loud sigh escaped his lips as he was just done with his DDP Yoga workout of the day. After a shower, dressed up in black chinos and a white V neck T-shirt, Ken just wanted to know what was he going to do next... He had just been eliminated from the king of the ring tournament after a vicious fight with Cena, botched table and all! Ken reached out for his phone, he had 5 missed calls from [Can't tell you who...Yet!], that person probably called him while he was on the shower... He swiped his finger along the screen, dragging the thing along close to his ear.
???: You took a nasty bump out there last night! Are you alright?
Ken Anderson: I think so... I have a checkup with Dr. Clemente later.
???: I thought you were legitimately hurt...
Ken Anderson: Well, I felt something snap on the back of my right thigh... It hurt like hell for a moment and now the pain is just... There.
???: Well, that table was misplaced, the thing just collapsed when you set foot on it...
Ken Anderson: Yeah, I'm guessing it is a minor tear... Which means it won't require surgery...
???: Alright... I am glad you are okay... What have you thought about doing while you recover?
Ken Anderson: You know... I hadn't even talked about it.
???: Well, I have... Here's what we are going to do...
Ken listened attentively to the plan. (You wouldn't believe I was going to tell you, HAH!).
Later that Evening at Dr. Clemente's office...
There was something about medical checkups that really gave him the heebie jeebies. There he was, laying on his belly on an examination table on shorts, while the cold -Why the hell do Doctors have cold hands?- hands of Dr. Clemente slowly began touching the base of his right calf. She slowly went up, her fingers expertly sliding up past the back of his knee...
Dr. Hope Clemente: Just tell me where did you feel that cringe.
Ken nodded, her hands slowly coming to a stop as she hit the spot on the back of his leg... A warm, somewhat bulky, somewhat inflamed spot with a red mark on it...
Dr. Hope Clemente: Hmmm...
Ken Anderson: Please tell me I am going to be able to have kids Doctor.
He joked and chuckled, but his laughter was the only thing heard in the room, apparently the joke was was only fun for him. She proceeded to bend his knee...
Dr. Hope Clemente: Does this hurt?
Ken Anderson: No...
Dr. Hope Clemente: How about this?
She hyperextended his leg slowly... Ken's voice raised up as the cringing pain appeared on the back of his leg. For a second he thought she did it on purpose, for his previous comment.
Ken Anderson: Ouch!
Dr. Hope Clemente: It feels like a Tear of the Rectus femoris muscle. I'd like to have an MRI of your leg to discard the need of surgery.
Ken gulped as he sat up.
Dr. Hope Clemente: But the fact that you were able to work through the rest of the match, walk out of the ring on your own, head to your hotel... Do DDP Yoga and come here hints me it is a grade I or II tear...
Ken Anderson: Which means?
Dr. Hope Clemente: 2 to 8 weeks sidelined.
Ken Anderson: Wow... That is a lot!
Dr. Hope Clemente: Considering you don't need surgery.
Ken Anderson: Alright. I wouldn't like to miss Summerslam... And I'm the Interco...
She cut him off quickly.
Dr. Hope Clemente: Hopefully you won't... Ken, independent from the results of the MRI you cannot run, you cannot lift heavy things, throw kicks, jump... That is, unless you want to go under the knife and rest for a few months.
Ken's face cringed like that of a grounded kid... Hope sighed and offered him a bit of her first name.
Dr. Hope Clemente: I know telling a wrestler not to do these things is like telling a kid not to eat candy, specially with SummerSlam around the corner... I also know you have that championship belt on you, so you have to find a way to work through your injury in a safe way.
Ken Anderson: Got it, so I can still Wrestle?
Dr. Hope Clemente: You can, you shouldn't. We'll talk after your results are in.
Ken Anderson: Mail them to me?
Dr. Clemente nodded. Ken stood up and went into a small cabinet to change into his jeans. When he came out he found Dr. Clemente sitting on her desk, punching in some keys on her laptop... Followed by the buzz of the printer. She reached out for Ken's formula.
Dr. Hope Clemente: Alright, MRI and some basic pain medication.
She handed the paper out to Ken, who nodded and smiled at her, shaking her hand before heading out of her office.
From: DrHopeClemente@EBWF.net
To: KenAnderson@EBWF.net.
Subject: MRI results and interpretation.
MAGNETIC RESONANCE IMAGING.
On the sagittal T2 weighted image through the lateral aspect of the thigh, interstitial edema is seen within the long head of the biceps femoris muscle. Anteriorly, a focus of fluid-signal intensity interrupts the continuity of the muscle and intramuscular tendon. The short head of the biceps femoris muscle shows normal signal and no lesions.
The fat-suppressed axial proton density-weighted image evidenced focal fluid-signal intensity within the biceps femoris muscle with surrounding interstitial muscle edema in moderated quantity. Extramuscular laminar fluid is present.
The fat-suppressed coronal proton density-weighted image as a gap filled with heterogeneous T2 hyperintensity. Adjacent intramuscular edema and extramuscular fluid in moderate quantity.
CONCLUSION:
Grade II Tear of the right biceps femoris muscle.
Peripheric edema.