Knee Doc…

Today was the big day. A return to the doc I saw for my MCL tear/sprain a few years ago. (Actually in 2003, a long time ago!)

Seems fitting that my parents met me there today, considering they went with me on the first trip. They had to. I could hardly walk, and they still lived here. So they met me, just to meet me and see me. And sat in the waiting room.

Have I mentioned that I hate not having my parents here? Yes? Well, it’s a recurring theme, so get used to it.

Anyhow, remember how I was complaining about my knee more often to the point that I had such pain that I made the appointment? Yeah, the dang thing hasn’t hurt but a tiny bit since then. Seriously. The day I made the appointment, I was in terrible pain. Even just sitting and doing nothing – forget walking or moving.

And now? NOTHING. Doc poked, prodded, twisted, pushed, pulled – everything he could do. And got one tiny pain response from me. From an area where I’ve never really had pain. (Well below my knee, 3 inches or so, on the interior of my right leg… huh?)

WTH???? I’d like a little consistency here, stupid knee pain. This isn’t all fun & games, yo.

So, the Doc is stumped, as am I. He’s leaning towards meniscus tear, which is pretty much what I diagnosed myself with. Xrays showed nothing (I could’ve told them that).

So now I have an MRI on Monday. Then another appointment with the same Doc a week or so later. And then we’ll see if there is something wrong or if my knee is just trying to make me think I truly am crazy.

Other news…. Spending the whole day Saturday with The Nana & The GrandPa. I. Can’t. Wait.

Someone at work today said they’ve never seen such a big smile on my face nor me so happy. Guaranteed it’s due to my parents being here and the fact that I booked my next three Florida trips…

So glad I didn’t campaign for Little C to be a Bucco fan… As of now, with the Pirates trading away everyone, she will never be allowed to be a Pirates fan. I’m so glad NE is a Red Sox fan right now. Geez. Thankfully, we still have football and hockey seasons that are competitive between the two teams we all like to help Little C figure out how to be a super sports fan!!

And… Only 42 more days till I get to see my Little C again. *Swoon* 42 days. I can wait that long. I hope. I miss her so much. (I also miss Lili and NE – don’t be fooled. I want all of my family within a few hours drive max…) I know the second I see her & hold her again, all will be right in the world again for another month or so… *sigh*

What’s Up?

• Here’s the deal. I’ve been sooo busy sewing. Crazy sewing. A dress, things for my Little C, the Little C fabric logo, stuff for Etsy… and then I decided a while ago it would be a great idea to start working on Brewfest. Yes, because I have spare time.

• But Brewfest (two months earlier than we normally start) is slowly moving along. Certain things are locked down. Some things are pretty much locked down. And then there is a laundry list of things that are not. Sweet. So much fun.

• I may have some fun exciting news to share tomorrow or in the next day or two. Yay!

• My knee? The knee that hurt so incredibly badly that I finally called and made a doctor’s appointment? Yeah, it hasn’t hurt since Saturday morning. WTH? Can I please get a small amount of consistency, please? I go from minor, annoying, worrying pain to omg-help-me-pain to NOTHING. Nothing except some seriously minor pain (hardly noticeable) and the lingering feeling that something is wrong there.  I even went to practice tonight and ran around for the better part of an hour, then left and felt no pain. Even now. Stupid, stupid knee pain.

Please. Send. Painkillers.

• I just saw a second guy in two days wearing a Hawaiian shirt at work. Not college interns or whatever. Regular old adult men. Ha! I have nothing against Hawaiian shirts, I own one myself. But these are the LOUD, obnoxious ones that are really better suited for parties and not work.

• A new company-wide rule says I can’t wear flip flops. I don’t own any summer shoes besides running shoes that are NOT flip flops. Yet these men wear Hawaiian shirts to work. Huh?

• My knee has decided that our relationship is over. No longer do I have occasional pain on the inside of my knee. As of last night, I have full-on pain throughout my entire knee that mostly feels like someone has a knitting needle in there and is just moving it around for fun. And that’s when I’m sitting. Walking? Yeah, not a good idea. If my knee doesn’t give out of it’s on accord, the pain makes is really difficult to walk.  It even hurts when I drive my car and move my foot from the gas to the brake. WTH???

• I actually considered wearing a SKIRT to work today so that I could wear my gross knee brace in the hopes of alleviating some of the pain. Then I realized how gross the knee brace was. And that I haven’t worn a skirt to work since my last knee injury in 1995.

• My weekend has gone from crazy busy to almost empty in the last 5 minutes. No Yinz Team softball tonight. *tear*

• A party I was to attend this weekend is now postponed due to some bad weather we’re supposed to get. We’re getting bad weather? Really? Worse than that ridiculous storm I spent an evening wading through in Monroeville? I swear I watch the news, but I had zero idea it was supposed to rain tomorrow.

• This free time does allow me some time to figure out what the heck I’m wearing to a wedding celebration in two weeks where many of the men, perhaps my date included, will be wearing kilts.

• Anyone else shocked that the men I know who are going to this wedding did not ask me to sew them a kilt? Yeah. Me too!

• Instead, I’m considering sewing myself a dress. A very simple, very plain, very cheap dress. But a new dress regardless. If this surprises you, we need to talk.

• And by now, you smart folk out there that I talk to on a daily basis or in my Twitterverse are thinking:

“ARE YOU A MORON????(1) WHY HAVE YOU NOT CALLED THE DOCTOR YET?(2)”

• And being the nice girl that I am, I have answers for you:

Yes, I am a moron. If you don’t know that yet, we have problems. And besides it’s super fun to hop around the office on your good leg. (1)

Appointment made. July 30th. (2)

• Now will someone please send painkillers before I start crying and make you all feel uncomfortable?