A shot of tequila for the rest of me.
A couple of months ago, the knee I had surgery on in 2009 started hurting---a lot. So off I went to my orthopedist. He took x-rays. He prescribed physical therapy, Voltarin and ice.
I did everything I was supposed to do, and was discharged from pt two weeks early, with a perfectly pain-free knee. I continued my exercises, went to a gym, and my wonderful knee lasted......two weeks. That was it.
So here I go again. I studied the knee chart in the exam room while I waited for the doctor and after that lengthy and comprehensive course of study, I diagnosed bursitis of the knee.
The doctor came in and suggested that I am wrong. Torn meniscus (again) maybe. Torn cartilage, maybe. Degenerative arthritis, maybe. He said he could tell more from an autopsy.
No, he didn't say that. I may have watched too many episodes of NCIS. He said that he could tell more from an MRI, which is scheduled for next Tuesday, with a follow up on Thursday.
In the meantime, I'm counting on the cortisone to reduce or eliminate the pain, so I can party while the grandchildren are still here.
And there is always more tequila.
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There was a design defect with knees. They don't last long enough and have too many delicate parts. Hope the diagnosis is actually something they can help with. Mine are just going to have to be replaced - as they have been for all of my elder relatives, Just a matter of time.
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