MRI is done and I head to my doctor's office. While I'm sitting there I spy the first sheet. My first reaction was "WTF." I had a 7.30AM appointment, sat in the cold MRI tube (I admit, I fell asleep) for 20 minutes, and stayed late at work for that?
The doc comes in and then shows me this accompanying, more detailed sheet of paper. Infinitely better. I was surprised it was this simple because of the amount of pain I was in. Doc says people who blow out their knee say it's excrutiating, not from the actual tear, but the amount of fluid that floods the knee. In my situation the fluid isn't centralized so they can't drain it or jab my knee full of holes. Next best thing is anti-inflammatories that give me stomach aches and hopefully it drains by itself. My ligaments and meniscus are "rock solid" thankfully. The remaining options is more rehab ($$$) and a cortisone shot, hopefully it won't come to that.
Hopefully I can save dough by strengthening on my own. It'll be another month before I'm in any shape to play or spar but it's a good goal to work on. I've never had a smoking habit or drug habit but I can imagine it's somewhat how I feel when I can teach my students in class but can't actually do, enjoy, or practice any of it. I mean, I could partake but it'll just kill me in the end.
Thanks for all the well wishes, it's much appreciated.
I absolutely love the Nike commercials. The third is my fav
I'm not a psychic but I can predict this. After the doctor looks at my MRI results, the one he should've given me four weeks ago, he's going to say I need surgery. The four weeks of rehab I've just went through will be for naught and I've pissed my money and time into the wind. Now it gets blurry: Either the tear in my meniscus is in the 1/3 of the area that actually receives blood and can be healed, or it'll be in the other 2/3 that can't heal and will just be snipped off. The latter has a quicker recovery time but I'm gauranteed arthritis. Now for the part I have no clue about: will my insurance cover the surgery?
There are a few things I'd like to quantum leap back in time to change. This is one of them. I should've stayed my ass at home on Valentine's day.
I've had a sprained mcl for the past month now... and it's driving me CRAZY. Can't go to the gym, run after the bus, play volleyball, stand for long periods of time, or kick anyone in the face. If I stare long enough I think I can see my calves and thighs shrink from atrophy. UGH qa34w htg0sp8jf-9trq-wad-ac- j-o- s- ia- 4j 9 4j f 3 - 2 wj2e j2. Missed two opportunities to snowboard, and one more time again this weekend to Montreal. I'm not mad (well, not as much) but I just want to stop tweaking it so it heals and stays healed.
In four hours I'll be driving up to Montreal to get some more ink while my friends roll around in the snow.
I'm actually listening to Janet. This album and the previous one are pretty good, hopefully this one will sell better than the last. And that Mariah song is addictive too. Did I just write this? Time to go do something masculine like chop wood or fight bears
I never used this line. Because: 1) I wasn't a civil engineer major and didn't have to take the surveying course, and 2) I didn't want to get punched in the face. If I was a civil engineering major I'd just say it in my head and laugh to myself, though.
So I finally get around to telling my mom and dad about my tattoo. No big thing, I just figured I've told enough other people I should tell them before they hear about it through the grapevine.
Mom, Dad, I got a tattoo *laughter* You know that's permanant right? How are you going to remove it? You need to make better decisions... like you were driving way too fast yesterday Yeah, way too fast, it was raining and you were driving too fast wtf...
And that was it. They didn't ask to see it at all or ask if I was going to get more (I plan to) so theoretically I can look like Ralphe Fiennes from Red Dragon before I show them anything. Eventually my dad said to stop because it'll drive my mom crazy. I tried to give her a hug before I went home and she was ducking and weaving out of it. Hilarious.
