Yeah…..soooooo……remember when I said I was dreading what The Man was going to tell me when I went back to see him about my knees? Well, I’m still not really sure exactly WHAT happened.
I think a lot of this is my own fault. I’ve had right knee issues for SO long that I almost don’t remember what it’s like to NOT have pain. After Wine and Dine, when pain suddenly showed up in the LEFT knee, I figured that was the one I better bring up first when I went in for my appointment. Now, I DID make sure to tell The Man that both these freakin’ things have been a pain in my dupa – so to speak – but the left knee pain was a newer occurrence.
After doing exactly what he told me to do – and pretty much doing nothing that he said I shouldn’t, the left knee is feeling decent. Not perfect, but decent. The original pain in the ass right one though, well, let’s just say I am NOT a happy Black Dog. Or Nemo either.
After a lot of blahblahblahblahblahblah, I just busted out with a I HAVE A HALF MARATHON IN NOVEMBER. WHAT THE FRIG DO I HAVE TO DO TO BE READY FOR IT??!! I knew I was in trouble when I was pretty much answered with the same look as Boo. Then things got interesting when I heard I may be able to run 2-3 miles for the rest of my life. ‘Scuse me? What was that? 2-3 MILES??? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR EVER-LOW-MILEAGE MIND?!? I hate to point out the obvious Doc, but 2-3 miles ain’t 13.1. Or 26.2. DUH. I think that was about the time I busted out the S word – no, the OTHER S word – and he knew I was no longer riding the Downtown Train on the Conservative Treatment Line. Thanks Doc, but this girl is derailing this ride. With glee.
Not just yet though. First, it’s a return trip to MRI Land to check for a meniscus tear – which, let’s face it, we’re 99.9% is NOT the case. Simply because that would be too simple a fix. And I never do ANYTHING simple. EVER. Then it’s see what the radiologist thinks, see what The Man thinks, and then possibly see what The Man’s partner thinks. There was mention of possible microfracture surgery, but I’m pretty sure there’s another, much less scary sounding option out there. Which I only mention as another runDisney fan-friend of mine had said alternate surgery done and was back to running after eight weeks. And get this – he had THE SAME EXACT DIAGNOSIS AS ME. Plus, why should my sister be the only chick in this family with bionic parts?
So, as the saying goes, we shall see. MRI Part Two is tomorrow, and we should have the radiology report sometime next week. Then, who knows. Stay tuned. This could get quite interesting. Or ugly. Or just plain downright hilarious when I really go off the ledge. Jumping. And screaming hysterically. Wearing a cape. Because I will just have to disagree with Miz Edna this time around.
Enjoy the ride.
Have you had to make a decision about surgery that you weren’t 100% positive about? How did it work out? Any regrets? Did you say anything embarrassing while you were knocked out? What was it?? Tell me!!! I won’t tell anyone, I swear!