Yesterday I finally went to see an orthopedist after having sore knees for years. Going to doctor to me is like well, what’s the worst thing you can think of? I don’t much like them, trust them or ever want to visit them. But I couldn’t put it off any longer. I can barely walk. They took X-rays and then I saw the Doc. Actually, the doctor was nice, not too crazy. The X-rays had already been downloaded onto his computer. He showed me how I had absolutely no cartilage left in either knee. Also there were bone spurs. Bone against bone. He told me I need two new knees. I asked him how long I’ve got until I really, really need to do this. He said “three months ago”. I guess he means soon. I told him I didn’t want to do it until I lose more weight. He gave me a cortisone shot in each knee and has to get permission from Medicare and then he will give me a series of gel shots that put a kind of gel between the bone –a temporary solution. I really don’t want the surgery at all. What with that super resistant bacteria going around hospitals, and all the other stuff you can catch there, and crazy doctors, I don’t know if new knees are worth all the trouble. I’d have to spend 4-5 days in the hospital and two weeks at a rehab care center. I already did that in February when I had the flu. Not fun.
And after all that I have to face my back problem which is actually worse than my knee problem.
By the way, I’m not whining, just stating the facts. OK, a little bit of whining.