And Then, Depression Set In

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…

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Help The Kneedy

After gaining back some weight over the holiday season, I jumped aboard the Atkins train and started walking and jogging again. I’ve suffered from knee pain since high school, and my last MRI – I’ve had four on my right knee over the years – revealed I have arthritis there.

During the past week, I have been jogging more than walking because my endurance has improved. Unfortunately, the knee pain has gotten worse, and while most people would take a few days off, I did not. I iced the knee and wore my knee brace, but the pain wasn’t debilitating.

On Saturday, I was sitting at the computer and rotated my knee a little to the left and screamed. I tried to stand up, and couldn’t put much weight on my right leg. Something felt seriously wrong, so I drove myself to the hospital to get it checked.

As a father of four, I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, but when the nurse asked me about it (from a number of one to ten), I replied, “Nine.” They took my for an x-ray, which came back negative, but since it was a weekend, there were no orthopedic docs about. The ortho nurse said there is definitely something askew, but I have to have yet another MRI to be sure.

Until then, they hooked my up with this gargantuan leg brace and a cane – yes, a cane – as well as pain relievers. I need to wear the brace all day, walk with the cane, and keep my leg elevated. At this point, I almost hope I need surgery just to get this fixed once and for all.

So, how was your weekend?