I was scheduled for another MRI today. I have to say that it was a much more pleasant experience than the last MRI in June, prior to my 2nd surgery. I arrived prepared, with no metal on my body whatsoever. Thereby alleviating the need to render myself naked under a thin dressing gown, which never completely closes in the back.
I’m guessing the need to do a full cavity body search for undetected metal is so that my MRI would not be like leaving, say, a fork in the microwave, and then turning it on full blast.
I’ve never done that. But I can’t imagine it would be pretty.
Therefore I left all jewelry and underwire bras at home. The other benefit to being able to leave my clothes on during the MRI, is that the MRI is housed in a meat locker. I’m not even kidding when I tell you that the temperature dropped 40 degrees when I entered the room. I don’t know how they can expect you to lay still when your teeth are chattering, and your lower extremities begin convulsing uncontrollably.
Anyhoo, the MRI technician was a sweetheart that arranged pillows in all the spots that needed padding, and she even provided me WITH A WARM BLANKET. And this time, I was given headphones that actually worked and could drown out the unpleasant MRI noises, which have a side affect of making me think that I’m crazy.
Therefore, the MRI experience was not at all unpleasant.
However, talking to the MRI reader/technician/doctor/guy about my results afterwards, was. He basically told me that my ACL (which was completely intact just prior to my last surgery) is GONE. Plus a bunch of other stuff that if stated simply, implied that my knee IS A HOT MESS.
I cried the entire way home. I talked with my Physical Therapist on the phone later, and he talked me down off of the building, telling me NOT TO PANIC until I see my Orthopedic Surgeon on Friday morning.
My doctor has been out of town, and I saw his assistant last week who concurred that I’m not healing. He ordered blood work, the new MRI, and has me on Prednisone for 10 days. He also gave me a new pain killer that will not contribute to me being sentenced to Betty Ford for detox.
Evidently I’m some sort of freakish anomaly, and no one really knows what’s going on with my knee. In an effort to “think outside the box” they are even sending me to see a Rheumatologist at the end of the month. I am extremely doubtful that Rheumatoid Arthritis is behind all of this. But I’m covering all the bases.
We’re even looking into a trip up to the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville.
I’m hopeful that I’ll have more answers on Friday when all the various tests are put together. But honestly, hope is getting harder to come by.
And then, to top it all off, I’m experiencing hot flashes AND MENSTRUAL CRAMPS. But I can’t take my beloved Motrin because of the Prednisone.
OH, I AM A BARREL OF FUN TO BE AROUND RIGHT NOW.
Anyhoo, I’m looking for joy where ever I can. And I’ve found two little things that have been brightening my spirits. This is the first one. Fiddledaddy got it for me at Bed, Bath, & Beyond for my daily homemade blended coffee drink. Now I can truly have the Starbucks experience, without spending a small fortune. And this cup, lid, and handy straw are all dishwasher safe.
Secondly, my bloggy friend, Tanya M., knowing my deep and abiding love of Ritz Crackers and Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies, sent me this link. It’s a super duper easy recipe for homemade Thin Mints. I tried them, and THEY ARE WONDERFUL. Of course, mine didn’t turn out as pretty as the one pictured on the link. BUT WHO CARES?
They are bringing me joy.
I’m keeping my head up (mostly so I don’t trip over my crutches) and trusting that God has a plan in all of this. As always, thank you for checking on me and for your continued prayers!
Have a terrific week, y’all.