This is how I have been walking the last two months.
Yes, I have been limping around town with a cane. When I took my sister to the orthopedic doctor for her broken ankle, the nurse came in, looked at us, and said "you two are just like a Cadillac with two flat tires".
She was right, we were all dressed up and couldn't move. Speaking of flat tires, I went out to check on my van, which I haven't driven for a couple of weeks and, yes, you guessed it, it has a flat tire. Really?? That little ordeal is going to have to wait until after the freezing cold snowy weekend we are having. I will be virtuously patient for that.
Okay, so what is it that I am having such a problem being patient about. Well, as you know, I went to see the ortho doctor on Thursday. I had told him that as bad as my right knee is, with the cartilage tearing off, my left knee is actually worse. Okay, he agreed to xray it. He sheepishly entered my room and pronounced. You know, you were right. Your left knee is worse!!! I'm sending you to the knee replacement doctor. Hallelujah!!!! finally I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
This is where the patience part comes in. You see, it is a really long tunnel. They have agreed to work me in to see the surgeon on March 26th...... Excuse me, isn't that over six weeks away? I am really in pain. I can't walk. I need to be seen......Nurse Ratched very sweetly replied, "I know, but the doctor is actually booked until May. This is the first day we can possibly make room for you." Are there really that many people walking around (and I use the term walking, loosely) with knees that need to be replaced? Has the entire state of Kentucky worn out their knees? Have they all been mountain climbing, running marathons, what is it?
So here I am, on this cold, snowy February day, (yes my family does have a very strong drama gene) looking forward to spring. Spring will bring an appointment with the
In the meantime, I refuse to mention my knees anymore. This is the last you will hear about them until the appointed day. (maybe, I hate making sweeping statements)