That was so NOT the word I wanted to hear about my knee. I just about hyperventilated in the office thinking about it.
For those of you who kinda-sorta know me in any way, you know that I HATE anything having to do with needles. The thought just makes my skin crawl (I can feel my body reacting just typing that!) How I managed to go through 4 years of infertility treatments and hundreds of needle pricks is so beyond me. But I was never, ever, ever able to give myself a shot….I’d rather seek out a stranger on the street to shoot hormones into my butt rather than do that myself…the school nurse saw my butt more during that time than any other human should, poor thing!.
The doctor yesterday also felt the need to point out that I have “a lot of arthritis” in my knees. Thanks, Doc…want to point out the grey hair and wrinkles while we’re at it?!?
The worst part about the surgery is that I can’t drive for a week. Are you kidding me?!? My part time job is a taxi driver hauling my kids this way and that. That’s the beauty of my situation…my work, home and the kids’ schools are all within a 4 mile radius. My husband works in another state and his schedule doesn’t sync at all with the kids’ schedules. (The doctor did say his wife had the same surgery done and it was “hell on me” doing all that driving for her!)
Aarrggghhh…I’m not happy….and, darn it, my knee still hurts… I'm going to start telling people I hurt it while sky-diving, at least that sounds better than saying I just stood up and felt a tearing!