Well, it is indeed a torn meniscus but the surgeon decided to try a shot of cortisone first. Uh-huh. If there EVER was a time that I NEEDED to be on drugs, the moment that needle prodding wicked wench put that bugger into my knee was it.
I mean, even with the ‘numbing shot’ first (HA, SCREW THAT), I saw STARS, COMETS, METEORS…I went into the light!!!!! And I cried….damn doctors used to have to chase me around their office to catch me to give me shots when I was a child. Now I sit like a brave soul and … I cry…big crocodile tears, cause the shot really hurt.
Outcome, well, for now I am moving with no pain and that is a very good thing. With luck (I don’t seem to have too much of that at times like these) I won’t need another shot (they will have to give me a general anaesthetic before I will ever LET someone put a needle like that in me again) and I won’t need surgery. If it wears off sooner rather than later, then surgery it is, amen…story finished…
NO MORE SHOTS!
