Random Chaos

When he started prodding at the zone where the ligaments are supposed to be, I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't been looking right at it. When the thing went a-sliding, I sure as hell noticed it, but when he went for the other extreme—"Flex that slightly, I'm going to try something here—" *knee totally locks into place* I felt nothing but a slight pressure. There was supposed to be some give there, because of the ligament (that currently ain't there), but because there's zilch, the patella's sunk into the groove in the rest of the knee joint, which also seems to be lacking significant cartilage—which is why it's not floating about like a chunk of the Rift's castle.

I'm telling you, looking at the flexed-joint x-ray resembled a slightly-bent pole. There was no differentiation between the bones. All of them ran together, with naught but a seam delineating separate.

...A visual would help: picture one of those anatomy-study mini-marionettes, and remove some of the space in the leg joints. That's my leg.

I'm actually thinking that the cadaver ligaments are a better idea than pilfering my own tissue—I don't know if there's enough ligament in one zone to do the pilfer successfully. Unless they can tie bits of ligaments from other parts of my body like a rope to make enough to reconnect the thing.

Maybe they can give me the delicious connective tissue of an aspiring genius writer, cut down in his prime by some exotically-named ailment.

Or maybe a pastry chef's.