As I’ve written before, I have fat old lady knee (actually, knees – but only one really pains me), but back in March I got a cortisone shot in the knee (God I love cortisone) and all was well.
The doctor warned the shot would wear off in 3 months. Well June arrived and I was still good. July arrived, and I was not so good, but not bad. But bit by bit, my knee started hurting more and more, making it clear I needed to get another shot.
So I e-mail my doctor and ask if I can get another before our upcoming trip to Michigan. My doctor e-mails back, “No problem.” He will have his assistant call to make the appointment.
The assistant called today. Apparently, much like lawyers, doctors have no clue what is actually going on with their practice. His first available appointment is the end of August, long after the trip to Michigan.
The assistant promised she would call me with any cancellations, but chances are now great that I will be limping around Michigan, downing Advil gel caps like they were M&Ms. (I do have my pain meds from pre-shot, but they make me loopy – and trust me, I don’t need any added loopiness in my life – I have loopy well covered naturally.)
So because I wanted to wait until I truly needed a shot, I will now have fat old lady PAINFUL knee for the next month. That’ll teach me. Right?
So Michigan friends be assured that is not Festus (Gunsmoke? look it up children) with boobs headed into town – it’s just fat old me.