I wanted to let you all know that I fired my Orthopedic Surgeon (in my head) and am aiming the van north to go to the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville the middle of next week. Bottom line, when he suggested that I see a Psychiatrist to deal with MY RAW EMOTIONS and that some Zoloft might be just what I need to feel better, well, check please.
Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against Zoloft. In fact, I’ve been campaigning for it for years, but Fiddledaddy set me up with a Blog instead.
The final straw was when the doctor, who has operated on me TWO times in the last 6 months, completely forgot that he told me last visit that my knee pain was attributed to a deep bone bruise and that I needed to take it easy and heal. Because he has done a 180, and thinks my pain is attributable to lack of mobility and he wants me in Physical Therapy 3 times a week for the next 2 to 3 months.
Oh, and he said something to the affect that pain is subjective, and some people tolerate it better than others.
Hello? I cannot walk without a brace? And even then I move at the speed of smell. With a pronounced limp. But he thinks my knee looks great and has improved. And that I need to look at the positive. I tell you what. I looked at positively tossing him out the window.
By this time, I was in full blown melt down and I thought Fiddledaddy’s head was going to explode all over the doctor’s nice white lab coat.
I have a great deal of peace about going to Mayo and having doctors that are on the cutting edge of Orthopedics look at all my records and give me a 2nd opinion.
So, next week I’ll be packing up my laptop and blogging live from the Mayo Clinic. A road trip. It’ll be fun. There. THAT’S looking at the positive.
As far as all the nerve function I’ve lost in my arms and hand, I feel like my family doctor has all of that well in hand. I’ve had blood work drawn, x-rays done, and the x-ray on my left elbow warranted an MRI yesterday. This was my first foray of the entirety of me going into the metal tube. I held fast to the panic button, in case claustrophobia took over, or they started playing Barry Mannilow over the headset.
Either way, it wouldn’t have been pretty.
Now I wait. But I’m not stressed. One day at a time.
Thank you so much for all the sweet notes in my e-mail box, filled with your encouragement and prayers. You guys are better than Zoloft any day of the week.
Have a great weekend!