The pain in my knee I've had since the week of Thanksgiving isn't tendonitis, as the doctor first diagnosed. Since he prescribed massive doses of Aleve and ice compresses and it was getting no better, I went back again yesterday. Now the diagnosis is either a tear or inflammation of the meniscus. Best case scenario: rest, drugs and physical therapy. Worst case: surgery, drugs, physical therapy, and at least a week off work. A week off when we're already short-staffed due to one of our librarians being very ill.
The upside is obvious - READING! Unlike when you're sick and don't feel like doing anything but vegging out watching TV, being stuck lying down for hours and hours from mere pain equals mucho reading.
Meantime, I'm waiting for my doctor to call in the order for an MRI on my knee so we can find out if it's a tear or just inflammation. I say "just," but the pain is constant and horrible. I've been limping for two months now, my stubbornness probably damaging my knee just that much more. Funny if I'll have to have surgery now because I kept thinking it would just go away on its own. Ha. Ha.
Cross fingers I get in for the MRI today. They can usually make appointments for the day of or the next day. The sooner the better. The Tramadol he gave me for the pain takes the edge off, but it sure doesn't take it away. I am so, so tired of being in pain I don't have to be in, realizing for the first time maybe it is better to see a doctor sooner than later.
Paul, don't you say ONE WORD if you know what's good for you.
Now, I'm going to go lie down and read... Later I'll drag myself back to tell you all about the first meeting of my very own Nonfiction Book Group at the library. After a few books and a nice, long nap. Ah, the upside...