Ugh! The pain in my knee is so bad! I cannot wait another day to get the steroid shot that will give me relief. The biggest problem – – – – – it’s takes a little over an hour and a half to get to my doctors office. And, of course, another hour and a half + to get back.
They can see me at 11:10. It’s 8:45 and I need to leave no later than 9:45. And that will be cutting it close.
I get out the door on time. Good girl. I drank my orange juice (morning ritual) and took my medications. I showered and dressed. I fed the cats – inside and outside. It’s cold. I need a jacket or shawl. The orange one will look great with what I have on. Kissed my husband goodbye and wished him a good day. “Talk to you later. I love you.” Out the door. This almost feels like back in the days when I got up and went to a job everyday. I’m retired now so it’s a memory. Strange feeling, though.
I get to the doctors’ office with 5 minutes to spare. (I cheated a little – had to set my cruise control to keep from getting a ticket.) I didn’t speed to badly – 3 or 4 mph over is all. I always try to stay within the 5 mph cushion. I’m checked in now and the waiting game begins.
Finally, it’s my turn to see the doctor. We talk about my knee. He can’t find any record of x-rays in my record. Perhaps we should take one and see where the knee is – especially since this all stems from an injury back when I was in my early 20’s. That was nearly 40 years ago. Ugh. Aging isn’t for sissies!
Well, the x-ray had a “fuzzy” spot on it that the doctor doesn’t recognize. So he calls over to see about getting a radiologist to read it ASAP. Well, of course there’s not a radiologist available to read it just yet. So we decide to go ahead and give me my flu shot and he’ll call me when he gets the results.
I’m standing at the checkout desk and the report comes in. After some clarification it turns out that my knee shows signs of one of two things: a) a benign tumor – nothing to worry about; b) when the injury occurred many years, the blood circulation may have been cut off to the bone and that segment of bone is dead. Again, nothing to worry about. I can get the injection without any danger of making things worse. Injection complete. Hurts like the dickens but in a few days, it will feel so much better. Perhaps I can stop limping. Cool!
I start the drive home and have to stop at the pharmacy to pick up the pain meds. With the injury being what it, there will still be some pain. All we can do is manage the pain. I can live with that. I finally arrive home again at 3:45 p.m. I’ve been gone all day. My leg is killing me. I take a pain pill and sit down and put my feet up.
I’ve got to find a doctor closer to home. Fifty-four miles is just too far to have to go to see the doctor.
~ and Blessings abound ~