yesterday, I made an appointment with my PCP for my knee. It’s been a nagging pain that really doesn’t like me kneeling or driving or stairs. So, I figured I’d go in and see what was what in case it was something serious like DVT from being on the planes so much and it happened to start shortly after that. Figuring it’s nothing more than overuse and I need to lose weight though.
then, last night, I add to that visit need
I wanted to finish my team paper before eating, so I had munchie food and worked on the paper. Well, it got done when D got home around 10p, so I told him I had shrimp defrosting. He sat down and read with me for a little bit while I checked a few other things online because he didn’t know how to cook the shrimp to serve with pasta. So we go into the kitchen and I open up the dishwasher to get the pot out for the pasta, put water in it and put it on the stove to boil then grab the tea kettle to boil water for tea (I wanted some) and my SF jello need. When I put the tea kettle down, Dan had started to put dishes away from the dishwasher. About the time he finished was when I picked up the lid to our faberware frying pan. It had been sitting, knob down, on the stove and was already quite hot. I essentially had my eyes get very big and dropped the lid on the floor and said hothothotowowow water. He moved from the sink (where he was about to start doing dishes) and let me stick my hand under the water. While there, I had him get me a shallow bowl for ice and stuck my hand in there while he did dishes. I’d occasionally take it out and look at it going owowow damn.
Once the dishes finished, I decided to call my parents. They told me to get some ambesol spray (couldn’t be found) for the pain but nothing greasy. And they expressed severe sympathy at me. And told me to call after going to the doctor and if I didn’t have a dr appt I really should consider going to the ER. Umm…ow, but not that ow. By this time, I couldn’t take my hand off the ice for more than 10 seconds without feeling intense pain, so we were thinking of how I was going to get to my dr appt (D was going to come home and drive me then take me to work, then go back to his work) and all kinds of other fun.
Sleeping last night was an adventure. I couldn’t even think about trying until about 12:30a. In order to sleep, I stole D’s side of the bed (1-it’s on the right, 2-it has the shelved nightstand). I tilted the nightstand so it was at an acute angle to the bed and put the bowl with ice water on the second shelf. Then put my right hand in the bowl, the pillow over my arm and slept on my stomach and slightly curled on my right side. I have no idea when I moved, but when I woke up I was mostly fine and apparently able to take my hand out of the water because I was sleeping curled around it.
After flexing it a bit, I realized I could move enough that I could drive myself to the doctor appointment, called D and told him I’d be fine that way. (I drive a stick, so gripping the shift is a new adventure.) Get to the doc, realize I have to write my name and spend a few moments trying to figure that out.
We first talked about my knee. After giving her the history, she ruled it’s probably tendonitis and talked me through a few stretches and prescribed some kicking ibuprofen (600mg) and muscle relaxants. Then I showed her my hand. She didn’t give me a number but said “serious burn” and from discussions with my parents, it’s probably a bad 2nd or light 3rd – we’ll know which when it starts to heal. I got a script for some silver sulfadiazine salve to put on and told to keep it covered once it starts to peel and heal to protect the new skin from infection. (it looks a LOT like what I did to my knees several summers ago on the great Dan approval tour)
Anyway, I can sorta type. I can sorta function. I can’t hold anything like I normally do. But, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did last night. I can think about something other than the pain, so I’m doing good
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