Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop
So it's been a full week since I ambushed my surgeon and got him to drain fluid off the knee. Even he was shocked by how big it had gotten. Now, traditionally, doctors don't like to drain fluid off a joint because there is a pretty high risk of developing an infection. However, he agreed to do it because - well I was crying amd he felt bad - but also because it was changing colour. The pressure of the fluid was bruising the tissue around it. So he agreed to do it. Without anesthetic. Yes, that's right. It was so sore at the time, that if you breathed on it the wrong way, I'd be sent into fits of agony and hysteria. So, I was pretty freaked out when he told me he couldn't freeze it first, because the lidocaine would compromise the fluid for testing. Wonderful. But he did it, no freezing, and I survived. In fact, the almost immediate relief I felt as the fluid drained was, probably, better than sex at this point, in my miserable journey. Then he pumped me full of cortisone and so far... it's been fabulous. Like the last 9 months were all a dream. I feel great!!!!! Or at least mostly. The other day I was walking up the stairs and OUCH! There was that familiar stabbing pain in my knee. In.... the OTHER KNEE!?!?!?! I'm sincerely hoping that all the compensating I've been doing for my left leg, hasn't compromised my right leg now... just when there may be a solution in sight to my first problem. I have plans. I want to start rollerblading again. I have a few festivals I want to do this summer. I have closets full of fabulous shoes I'm dying to wear again!!! I'm ties of runners and slippers. I wanna be extra again!!!! Only time will tell at this point if I've done more damage. Until I know for sure I guess I'll just sit here clinging to the hope that one day soon, when Dimpy has been cured of her ills, I'll be able to get on with my life. And my most prized collection of designer shoes.