My intimates are well acquainted with my recent knee aggrievement, mainly due to the non-stop bitching on my part. Well, this crap has been ongoing for around two months now. I’ve seen a quickie doc twice, once for anti-inflammatories and once for a cortisone shot, both of which helped for about two days.
This past weekend saw a return to unprecedented pain after a mere hour in the garden, so, in the interest of kicking things up a notch (and getting a decent night’s sleep for a change) I insisted on a referral to an actual ortho. Today was The Big Day…popped in, got xrayed up, down and sideways, and consulted with the doc. The pictures tell the story:
Well no fucking wonder.*
The diagnosis: incipient arthritis, some missing cartilage due to time and wear, and maybe lose some weight, hey? Then they aspirated the damned thing (about a 5 on the Compares To Childbirth scale), pumped it full of cortisone, and sent me on my way.
Sigh. I want my immortality back.
*Yeah, that’s not my knee. Sucks to be that dude, amiright?
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