Ok, so I went to my Dr today so he could read my MRI's from the other week on my left knee. You would think I would have learned about wearing a skirt after the last visit with the PA...but did I? Of course not! He never messes with my knee/joints at a MRI read, he just reads the MRI, except this time. I just looked at him and asked him if the PA told him to do it. He just chuckled. And promised not to look!
So anyways, he's messing with the right knee, wants to make sure it's tracking good. So he does that for a few minutes, then moves onto the left one. Asks me 19 million questions about it. Then sits me up and plops the MRI's on the screen. Looks at them, and then looks at me and shakes his head. He tells me he's not even going to give me the speech. I know what the speech is and he's not going to bore me with it. What do I want to do? Wait and see if it gets better/worse, go to PT or try to fix it now. I shake my head let out a huge sigh and say try to fix the stupid thing. He says ok.
So then, while he was messing with my knees he had an interesting look on his face, but I just assumed he was thinking about what he was feeling in my knees...WRONG. He asks me how my hips are doing. I just looked at him, not wanting to really answer. I shrugged my shoulders and he repeated the question. He knew I wanted to avoid answering. So I finally told him they hurt like he!! but I can deal with them for now. He looks at me and says you feel like you're in pain. Huh? What's that mean? Your hips are just really messed up. I can feel it when I was testing your knee. I look at him and say are you bleeping kidding me? He shakes his head no and says I'm so sorry Sarah, they just feel really bad. I'm like I know they're bad, but come on, give me a freaking break already!!!!!!! He looks at me and says I didn't mean to upset you, I just wanted to get a feel for how they and you were doing. They suck dude! They just freaking suck! I hate this bleeping disease! And I went off on a 5 minute tangent about hating this disease, my body, etc. And he just sat there and let me. When I was finally done, and apologized left and right (especially since I dropped some wonderful words in this rant), he looked at me and said we'll get through this. Not me, but we. He tells me that he will see me all day everyday if he has to to get me fixed, or an attempted fix. He doesn't want me living like this. I almost fell out of my chair. I knew he was the most awesomest Dr. ever, but just the way he handled that situation with me, was freaking amazing.
I told him I was still mad at him for telling me my hips were jacked up, but thanked him for everything. He helped me off the table, gave me a hug and said I'll see you in surgery. We'll get this left knee fixed and move onto the next thing. Whatever that may be.
And I walked away one happy camper. Go figure.
So, here I wait for the phone call scheduling this surgery and off we go with the left.
And if you're still reading this....sorry for the long post!
Sarah
