Long-time readers of my blog (and/or people who traffic me in real life) know that my left knee is kind of a wreck. I mean, from the outside, it’s fine enough I suppose as long as you don’t mind the small arthroscopic scars from the surgery I had last year. On the inside, though? It’s a bigger wreck than any wreck that has ever wrecked.

What’s wrong with it? Well, that was the question, wasn’t it?

When I first injured it, I went to an orthopedic surgeon who shrugged and said it sounded like a meniscus tear, but that I was too young for a meniscus tear so I should try physical therapy. When the PT didn’t work, I went back and he ordered an MRI and lo and behold, meniscus tear! I rogue one, apparently, that didn’t care how old I was.

We blamed it on my hips being messed up after wearing a boot for a broken toe. I went to a chiropractor, got surgery to remove the rogue meniscus troublemaker, and did my PT. My knee felt great!

That is, until I was carrying laundry up the stairs one day and BAM! Another meniscus tear, this time confirmed by an MRI with contrast right away. My surgeon’s prognosis? My knee is messed up, just keep up the PT, don’t do anything more strenuous than walking, and if it hurts more we’ll do more surgery.

Big. Fat. Bummer. My knee hurt. All the time. A lot. And I didn’t want more surgery if we had no idea why my knee was shredding meniscus like Swiss cheese.

My, waiting in the exam room for someone to jam a needle into my knee.

Me, waiting in the exam room for someone to jam a needle into my knee.

At the urging of my friend Jennifer (who is hilarious and has a Tumblr I very much enjoy) I got a second opinion. And you know what? It turns out I’m not doomed to a lifetime of pain and barely being able to walk at the tender age of 28! I just need some injections of synthetic joint fluid and orthotics to correct my legs, which are slightly knock-kneed. That’s been the culprit all along!


Well, except the injections. I got the first one last Thursday and, let me tell you, it’s several different kinds of squicky and uncomfortable. But. BUT! My knee feels SO GOOD. I had COMPLETELY forgotten how good a knee can feel. It’s like someone sprayed WD-40 in my joint and life is smoooooooooooooth.

Let this be a lesson to you: If a doctor doesn’t seem to have a good grasp of what’s going on with you, even if he/she’s great on paper, high thee to a different doctor. STAT. It makes a world of difference!

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