Okay, I’m not healed. At least not yet. BUT I WILL BE.
I met with the Orthopedic Specialist today. My brother-in-law sports a plastic ankle after a horrific fall a few years ago, so he knows a little something about the orthopedic doctors in the area. When I told him who I was seeing he said that the doctor is considered the best in the area.
THANK GOODNESS. Big relief. Because I usually gravitate to the dark side and I was certain I was getting the guy who keeps showing up in the news because, OOPS, amputated the wrong leg. Again.
I fell in love with my doctor’s office nearly immediately because they have all the forms needed when you’re a new patient ONLINE. In fact, I completed all my online forms, well, ONLINE. And only needed to show up sporting sensible shoes. And the x-ray on disc. This gave me an opportunity to wile away my waiting room wait time by catching up on some deep reading material.
Except that all they had was an old copy of Entertainment Weekly from way back when Kate still had angry hair. I didn’t have it in me to play my iPhone Scrabble because I’m still sore that Scrabble wouldn’t accept LAMAZE as a word. Thusly netting me boo-koo points because it was a triple word score. I’m bitter.
Anyhoo. I first met with the doctor-in-training. Who did the requisite PRESSING ON MY KNEECAP UNTIL I THREATENED TO KNOCK HIM INTO NEXT WEEK with my good leg. Then the doctor came in the room and said that he didn’t need to do any pressing, BUT HE LIED BECAUSE HE PRESSED ON STUFF until I cried uncle.
And I warned him, DO NOT MAKE ME CRY.
I’ll cut to the chase regarding the diagnosis. Yes, I have MILD osteoarthritis. But that’s not what is causing all the pain. I have a torn meniscus. That will not heal by itself.
Therefore, there was some discussion about an incision here, and an incision there, and some trimming and scraping and, well, that’s when the room got all fuzzy and I may have started screaming.
They looked at my wide eyes and said, “But you’ll be asleep through the entire procedure.”
BOOK THAT APPOINTMENT, DANNO.
My surgery is scheduled for the end of the month. I will simply think of it as a spa day. Wherein I will be getting a much needed nap.
I am so completely grateful for this diagnosis. And I’ll tell you why. If Osteoarthritis was what is causing all of the pain and discomfort, I knew that there isn’t a darn thing that anyone could really do for me. That didn’t involve anything radical. I envisioned myself resigning to the fact that I had to buck up and learn to manage. In other words, stop whining. As if.
And frankly, I think if I write much more about my knee, I’LL STOP READING MY OWN BLOG.
This knee issue is completely fixable. And I look at it as a wake-up call. Now I know I have Osteoarthritis. A mild case. And I can begin now to take sensible measures to ensure my joint care for later in life.
I am relieved. And so very grateful. And I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t looking forward to the totally awesome pain meds that will undoubtedly be heading my way.