The good news: Her meniscus was not damaged at all. Not one bit.
The bad news: Her ligament was completely torn. All the way. Severed. Two pieces.
The best news: She came through surgery like a champ, is resting comfortably, and I can pick her up anytime between 10:00 tomorrow morning and 6:00 tomorrow evening.
That time range is funny, isn't it? I thought so too. I mean, come on. Be serious. This is me. I told him that I'd see him at 10:01 tomorrow morning. Since this is our second time to go through this, he knows I'm not kidding.