No, I’m not misspelling the body parts in the childrens’ song about head and shoulders knees and toes . . .
On April 2, I posted about my knees and a painful mis-step I took. The saga continues.
I was referred to an orthopedic surgeon. But let me back up a moment.
My mother came for a visit on Friday. I love it when she comes when I have a day off. We get to bum around while Goodnight is in school and then get back just in time to pick her up.
Friday was a little different, though. I had my appointment at ortho.
On the way, Mom wanted to use a coupon for a free cup of coffee (for me because she had already used on for herself on her trip to my house). We pulled into the parking lot for the coffee. Mom went in and I turned off the car. When she came out . . . the car didn’t start.
I’ve never flooded the car before, but I guess there’s always a first time. We waited a while and then I tried again. No luck. The car was resting in peace. Not the battery because . . . well, it just wasn’t.
I called the dealership and asked for suggestions. I got a couple, tried them while the guy was on the phone, and nothing worked.
I called for a tow. I found out that I could wait up to an hour for someone to come, so I decided to hold off on the tow until after I made my ortho appointment.
Mother and I had to walk back to my house to get her car. We were about a mile and a half away. Onward!
We got her car, my paperwork for ortho, and then headed back to my dead car sitting in the parking lot. I notified someone to let them know it wasn’t abandoned and that I would be coming back after my doctor’s appointment.
Then off we went to ortho.
Doc: What can I do for you today?
Gram: Well . . . I guess I want to discuss . . . a plan.
Doc: Ok. What are your questions?
Gram: I’m not looking for a knee replacement if I don’t need one, but I’d like to know who decides, what are the benchmarks, and what can you do for me today?
Doc: Well, first of all, the x-rays show that you could have had replacements four years ago. Second, the benchmarks are intolerable night pain, and minimal walking. How far can you walk.
Gram: (laughing) About a mile and a half so far today.
Gram: My car died and I had to walk home to get another.
Doc: I see.
Gram: But generally, It’s been hurting a lot to walk. It’s the clicking and the locking and the night pain, etc.
Doc: Well the clicking and locking can be a separate issue from the knee replacement. You have meniscus tears than can be getting stuck. That’s fixable with a less invasive surgery. But in your case, it’s probably not worth it given the condition of your knees.
Gram: Oh they get stuck all right! On both knees. So give me a benchmarks on the walking thingy because I already have the intolerable night pain. And by the way, why the hell do they hurt at night when I’m not even ON them?
Doc: (smiling) I have no idea. But about the walking: I know some guys like to golf and if they can’t even tolerate the walk from the cart to the tee, it’s time. And some guys like to fly-fish and when they can’t walk enough to enjoy it, it’s time.
Gram: Hmmmm, I don’t golf or fish. I love to walk, but it is no longer fun. And the yarn is in the farthest corner of the store. It hasn’t been fun walking for the yarn. (Some on doc – I’m a knitter!!!!!)
Doc: As for your first question, you are the one who gets to decide about the surgery. The signs are clear that it’s already been bad enough for a while. And what I can do for you today, is cortisone shots. What do you think?
Gram: Let’s give that a shot. (pun intended)
So, I got needles behind my patellas and enough juice to make them swell (not as in feeling swell, by the way) for a few days.
Then we went back to my dead car, called for a tow and took the red Chevro-sleigh to the dealership. There it sits until they can get to it tomorrow.
Yesterday, I took my mother to the airport. She went to visit my brother for a while. When he and his wife picked her up at the airport, their car died in the airport parking lot. They needed a tow. Good thing they didn’t have to walk back to their house! It would have been MUCH further than a mile and a half.
Mother is a saint! I cheered my brother up when I told him about my tow the day before. We will both have our cars taken care of. And that’s my tale of two tows and two knees.