Last week I posted the stories about
being a big, whiny baby my knee injury and the subsequent MRI. The follow-up appointment was yesterday, and there is both good news and bad news.
The good news is I only waited forty-five minutes before seeing the doctor, as opposed to the two hours last week. At this rate, I’ll be able to see the doc in a timely fashion by… 2022.
The bad news? Well, it’s pretty much what I expected.
The orthopedist came into the room and pulled up my MRI. (I assumed he would have done some show prep beforehand by actually, you know, looking at the MRI first, but hey, what do I know?) He scanned through the images – I have very sexy bones, by the way – stopped at my kneecap, stared at for a few minutes, and gave his diagnosis…