Trip to the Doctor!! Alien in my knee!! Broken Ass Update!!

I had a doctor appointment with my regular doctor yesterday. She’s wonderful and has been both my doctor and my daughter’s for about 17 years. I’m trying to hold off on replacing my two pointless knees until I lose more weight. My right knee hurts 24/7 because of a big bone spur. I also found out there was something “floating” around in it that no one had mentioned to me when I finally got around to seeing an orthopedist. I won’t take pain killers and I have weaned myself off prednisone because I don’t like taking that either. It does a number on your immune system besides having many other side affects. Plus my right knee still hurt when taking it so what’s the point.

I just want to know what’s floating about my knee and can they take it out and maybe that’s what’s causing the pain so now I have to go back to the orthopedist. I just hope it’s not an alien of some sort taking residence in my knee. One day I’ll look down and see it trying to pop out all on it’s own. Well at least that would eliminate surgery.

FREE, FREE AT LAST!!!

We also talked about my back and I am going to go to a pain management clinic. They will offer me pain meds which I will refuse so I hope they have something else up their sleeve. My doctor mentioned they can shoot steroids directly into my back. I just want to be sure they stay in my back and don’t spread everywhere else.

She was very happy with my weight loss though.

THAT’S ME–JUST MELTING AWAY__TOO BAD I HAD TO TURN GREEN TO DO IT AND WEAR THAT UGLY BLACK HAT.

We talked about why my ass still hurts when I sit back on it for my than a half hour. Jeesh, it’s been 4 1/2 months since I broke it but she said it could take a couple of more months before it’s completely healed. I won’t bother you with photos of broken asses. That would be too crass even for me. I promise, no crass ass around here.

I’m keeping it short today. I have to go make a crock pot dinner–spicy Chinese chicken thighs (boneless and skinless). I have to go to the chiropractor. My daughter wants me to go to the SUPER FREAKIN’ WALMART while I am there. We need more weight Watcher’s cheese. So off I go.

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