My knee. I must have really stretchy skin. |
"He has some time March 12," office person Amanda said.
"I'll take it," I said.
The consult was productive. He was able to answer all of my questions. I'd prepared myself by contacting five of his previous patients before I went in and everyone was happy. One ran a marathon this summer.
Most skiers would wait until the end of the season for the operation but since I can't ski anyway, I'm doing it now.
When I say I can't ski, it's not entirely true. I can double-pole on the flats. I always wear my down jacket because I can't go hard enough to sweat. Yesterday I felt cocky and skied the 3 km man-made loop a few times. It's not really fun...at least it wasn't yesterday when it was 5 degrees. I have my bike on a trainer and spin once in a while. Last time I did that was Sunday, and Monday was '10 on the pain scale' day so the bike may not be a good idea.
Of course I'm not the first person in the world to go through a surgery like this but I feel like I am.
Good News.
The doc wrote me a prescription for an anti-inflammatory called meloxicam. (I can never tell if an anti-inflammatory works or not but whatever) I looked it up and it's pretty much what we give our dog Max when he's stiff. He responds to it really well...almost immediately...and I've always said that I wish there was a human version. Bingo!
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