Tuesday, November 9, 2010
I managed to get a doctor's appointment yesterday. He basically looked at it, wiggled it, wiggled my good knee and then said "At some point you will need surgery". I didn't ask when some point would be that's probably important to know. He did say I need another MRI because the x-rays came back fine. That's the tricky thing about knees, x-rays look fine but then the MRI comes back and show you jacked everything on the inside up. I was able to get my MRI done yesterday afternoon as well. This time I told them I was claustrophobic, which usually I'm not only when it comes to MRI machines. They put me in one that was more open and less coffinesque, so no anxiety for me. I have to go back Thursday and that's when he'll be able to tell me more. Until then I have to wear my knee brace and use one crutch. I hope no one mistakes me for Tiny Tim. :)
Monday, November 8, 2010
I dislocated my knee again! I was actually doing the same exact thing as last time. Pulling my pants up in the bathroom. Once was embarassing enough but a second time? really? I mean who dislocates there knee twice while pulling there pants up? This time I was at home and my cousin just so happened to be here. Otherwise I would have been crawling around trying to find my phone to call the ambulance. That would not have been fun. It popped back into place and we pulled out my knee brace and the crutches and she took me to the hospital. This time wasn't as bad as far as me being freaked out but I feel like it hurt more this time. The x-rays came back fine and nothing is broken. I'm waiting until my orthopaedic doctors office opens to get an appoinment and thats when the real fun will probably begin. So once again I am a gimp.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
I had a dream last night that someone told me I was "jiggly". I don't even remember who it was in my dream that told me that. I'm thinking it's my subconcious telling me to quit being fat. Every week I think okay this week i'm gonna do it and then i don't. But, I'm gonna be 30 in a year and I'd rather enter my thirties as skinny not fat or at least healthy.