I don’t think I’ve talked about my knee since I went to the specialist.
It’s probably a bit boring to read about but I’m gonna bore ya anyway. = )
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am a medical marvel and that my body operates differently than anyone else’s on this planet.
This is because in less than one year, for completely different issues, I have utterly stumped two specialists.
Last year, almost a year ago to date, the specialist I went to had no idea why my body was doing what it was doing and told me that a hysterectomy might be necessary not far down the line. He asked me if Tom and I planned on having children and when I said it wasn’t something we really talked about his response was, “Well, if you’re not going to have children then it shouldn’t really be too much of an issue.” I was thinking, This is my UTERUS we’re talking about dude! Sure, it is involved in procreation, but just because I don’t have plans to push a small creature through my vagina any time soon, if ever, does NOT mean I’m cool with having my uterus removed.
I was not happy with this quack telling me that. Especially because he had absolutely no idea what was going on and simply was suggesting massive surgery because he didn’t know what else to do. He put me on more hormones than my primary doctor already had me on and after taking them for a couple of days I thought, you know what? I’m done putting this shit in my body. I’m going to do the opposite of what they’re telling me to do.
And you know what? It worked. The problem stopped about a week later.
I have now come to the conclusion that I’m smarter than doctors.
So a few weeks ago I went to see an orthopedic surgeon. I sat down in his office and he had my MRI images up on his computer screen and he was staring at them and shaking his head back and forth with this puzzled yet slightly excited look on his face and he said, “Leah, I don’t know exactly what is going on here. I mean, this is remarkable, just REMARKABLE.”
Not really a good word to use in that context. To me remarkable would be if my knee magically healed itself. But hey, people use vocabulary in different ways.
The specialist told me that the cartilage in my knee is delaminating which means that it’s separating from the bone and either wearing extremely thin or breaking apart altogether. There are places in my knee where its just bone on bone which is what causes the discomfort and occasional, though more often than not these days, pain. Since the cartilage is broken it isn’t providing a barrier so fluid goes into my knee which causes swelling and inflammation. It used to swell up A LOT and it would feel like I had a tight bandage wrapped around my knee. Since I’ve been going to physio the swelling has decreased a ton….knock on wood.
The specialist showed me the MRI I had done last year, prior to my surgery, and said that the difference between the two MRIs is, again, REMARKABLE. He can’t understand how I’ve suffered so much damage to my knee without actually having some sort of accident which caused major impact. I asked about whether or not the surgery last year was done wrong and he said, “No, it actually took care of the problem that was occurring at that time, it’s just that so much more deterioration and delamination has happened since then. And I don’t know why.”
Again, I’m a freakin’ medical marvel.
So he doesn’t want to perform surgery yet because he said the surgery would only be going in to remove the broken cartilage. Without knowing the cause of the delamination, the surgery wouldn’t actually fix anything. While he confers with the senior radiologist and his colleagues, I’m to keep going to physio and focus on strengthening my quad and in 3 to 6 months I’m to get another MRI and see what’s going on.
Three to six months of hobbling about on this damn knee. I was really hoping that I’d go into his office and he’d say, “Yup, this is what’s happening. Let’s cut you open and fix it.” But noooooo…..
I like that he’s not rushing into surgery if he’s not sure it’s going to fix the problem. And he did say, “It’s obvious from this MRI that the pain and discomfort you’re in is real and quite significant.”
No shit, Sherlock.
I wonder how many people he deals with who complain of something and it’s actually bullshit. It might happen pretty often.
Going to physical therapy is helping a little bit. I really like my physio and I actually enjoy going in and small talking with her while she performs little movements and exercises on my knee. This morning she said she wanted to work on nerves in different areas of my body because they MIGHT be affecting the knee. So I just lay there while she massaged my neck and shoulders. It was quite nice.
Every week she puts medical tape on my knee which helps to support it and keep it in place. Last week we decided not to use the tape because I was getting a small rash on my skin. But two days later I was at work and I could hardly walk I was in so much pain. This hasn’t happened before…the amount of pain I was in. It was pretty disheartening to realize that without the tape, I can’t walk very well.
Anyway, this isn’t a very funny blog post and I’m sorry for that.
I promise I’ll be more amusing next time.
Did I mention Tom is gone? He’s in Okinawa for 6 weeks. I’ve got the whole bed to myself and am star-fishing like crazy when I sleep. And I only have to cook once or twice a week and eat the same thing every night which is kinda nice, though I do really enjoy cooking.
Other than those two small silver linings, having Tom gone pretty much sucks. Especially because when I’m going to sleep at night I usually start thinking about that dude who stole my panties and/or this creepy clown off a horror movie Tom and I watched called The Terrifier.
Oh well, the weekend trip to the tattoo festival and the month-long Christmas trip to America are coming up not long after he gets back.
P.S. Sorry for the clown picture, Mom.