Yesterday I made my way down to Duke Medical to visit a highly recommended knee doctor. I have very, very bad knees you see. I’m not able to build up muscle in my quad and thereby re-locate my knee cap to it’s rightful position because the pain level is too high…it’s a vicious cycle of pain and weakness.
Anyway, long story short, I’m supposed to get cortizone shots in my knee. This is my analogy when I think about that: corizone shots=relief from pain for
old people people older than me. Sorry Bama! I think decrepid arthritis.
Well, I’m not a shot person. In all actuality, I, for lack of better words, freak out. The nurse had me lie down, but I kept peeking my head up as she was explaining what she was doing to me. Then she froze my knee where the needle was going to go. Now, I don’t know what other doctors use, but I highly suggest whatever this was because it worked really well. I’m talking immediate freezing satisfaction. Last time I was told that I was going to be numbed before my IV went in my hand (mono..yuck), she injected me with a needle that released a numbing medication! Seemed rather redundant and horrible to me.
jabbed poked the needle in my leg. It wasn’t so bad…until she pushed it under my knee cap. I’m 99.9% sure I yelled out profanity and gripped the table more than anyone else had before me. And I know I didn’t breathe through the process. Yuck. But it was over soon enough and she put a nice band-aid over my wound.
I won’t bore you with any of the other stuff that went on, this blog was just to chronicle a horribly painful event in my life that in 2 months I will be returning to get again. Barf.