When I was seventeen, I twisted my knee. A year or two later, it was scoped and I was in physio. It’s never been well ever since.
Last September/November I was in excruciating pain for about six weeks and could barely walk. I went to a new doctor and had a referral to a different specialist than the first time. The XRay I had a few months ago was inconclusive, so I had an MRI last Wednesday. Yesterday I finally spoke to the orthopedic surgeon about what was wrong and what we’re going to do about it.
The answer to both would be: nothing.
Great.
Well, I can go to physio. I will likely have to do that every day of my life if I’m going to live relatively pain-free. This is basically a lifetime sentence no matter how I look at it. And I am such a bad habit-former I’m worried the sentence is for pain.
To make matters worse, I’ve been doing a lot of research and writing by hand these days, and my shoulder, wrist and fingers are killing me.
And just to add insult to injury, I have an ingrown toenail.
In an attempt to quit with the whining already, I’m off to see Kathy of the IET and Reiki on Monday. I need some centering.