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Pushed out into free fall...
Jun. 7th, 2005 01:13 pmThings had been slowly pulling back together. My mood was leveling off, and I was even starting to get some sleep. So of course that means that it's time for the little shoe-box of a world I live in to be picked up, shaken vigorously, and then dumped out across the floor.
Today was the second follow-up with Dr Nwaneri, the orthopedic specialist that's been monitoring the progress of my knee. I honestly was expecting a repeat of the last visit; poking about, confirming things are mending, and being told to continue the physical therapy. That's what I had figured would happen. What I got was a worried look, a lot of prodding and poking, and being told to walk while he alternately had hands or stethoscope on my knee... accompanied by a steady barrage of questions.
The odd (and generally painless) slip-pop my knee's been making for the last couple weeks isn't a sign of healing... it's advance warning that when I take the weight off the knee, the muscles are pulling it out of alignment. The slip-pop is the thigh bone sliding along the cartilage and clicking back into the spot it's supposed to stay in. It's why I've managed to do weird things like 'roll over in bed and wrench the knee' or 'sit down and have the knee snap and suddenly be in blinding pain'... or my personal favorite, the old 'sitting in a chair with no weight on the knees at all, turn to the side and BANG there it goes again'.
I left the office with a referral slip; Dr Nwaneri wants a second opinion from another orthopedist, but he's no longer laughing and joking with me. Instead, I'm getting that sad 'you are SO fscked, buddy' look from him, and the repeated comment that 'surgery will be likely'. I dropped the referral off with Megan at her work; she's the one that knows the insurance, so she's the one that can locate someone within her plan.
I'm going to go hide. My original plan had been to turn my chat client back on and play some more GW... but I'm sitting here shaking, and need to try and lock things down again. I may be absent for a day or two while I try and get myself back under control.
Goodnight.
Today was the second follow-up with Dr Nwaneri, the orthopedic specialist that's been monitoring the progress of my knee. I honestly was expecting a repeat of the last visit; poking about, confirming things are mending, and being told to continue the physical therapy. That's what I had figured would happen. What I got was a worried look, a lot of prodding and poking, and being told to walk while he alternately had hands or stethoscope on my knee... accompanied by a steady barrage of questions.
The odd (and generally painless) slip-pop my knee's been making for the last couple weeks isn't a sign of healing... it's advance warning that when I take the weight off the knee, the muscles are pulling it out of alignment. The slip-pop is the thigh bone sliding along the cartilage and clicking back into the spot it's supposed to stay in. It's why I've managed to do weird things like 'roll over in bed and wrench the knee' or 'sit down and have the knee snap and suddenly be in blinding pain'... or my personal favorite, the old 'sitting in a chair with no weight on the knees at all, turn to the side and BANG there it goes again'.
I left the office with a referral slip; Dr Nwaneri wants a second opinion from another orthopedist, but he's no longer laughing and joking with me. Instead, I'm getting that sad 'you are SO fscked, buddy' look from him, and the repeated comment that 'surgery will be likely'. I dropped the referral off with Megan at her work; she's the one that knows the insurance, so she's the one that can locate someone within her plan.
I'm going to go hide. My original plan had been to turn my chat client back on and play some more GW... but I'm sitting here shaking, and need to try and lock things down again. I may be absent for a day or two while I try and get myself back under control.
Goodnight.
