Monday, May 10, 2010

THREE'S the CHARM!!

After countless visits to my G.P., two different orthopedic surgeons, and even a middle of the night trip to the emergency room, I have finally found a doctor that's given me a plan of action for my bum knee that MAKES SENSE!! I am sooo happy!

Here's what we did today:

*More x-rays...These determined that the tibial plateau stress fracture (Don't I sound smart? It's amazing what you can learn without ever bothering to go to medical school!) has healed completely. This means that the pain I'm still feeling and the symptoms I'm having...like my knee refusing to work at random times...are being caused entirely by the meniscus tear.
*A real live actual exam...compare THIS to doctor #2 who NEVER touched me during TWO office visits!
*Another giant needle full of cortisone and a second injection of some sort of white goopy stuff that I've never seen before. I meant to ask what it was and forgot. For all I know, it could have been octopus semen or something...maybe it's better I don't know.

And this is the plan:

*He's sending me to physical therapy...twice a week for the next six weeks.
*On days off from physical therapy, he wants me to ride a bike or swim. I'm poolless (not a word but should be) at the moment, so the bike it is.
*If my current level of pain gets worse or doesn't get better, I should come back to see him right away because then I'll need surgery after all.

HOWEVER, he's expecting things to improve rapidly and, unlike doctor #1 (who was 95% certain I needed surgery,) doesn't think I'll need to go under the knife! Yippee!

I'm looking forward to starting physical therapy on Monday...and wishing I had a pool.

Ass, what do you say you and I go check out the temporary memberships at the YMCA tomorrow so we can swim laps through the little kid tinkle?

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Here are the links...

to a news report about my fat camp. I was there for a little over a week before I had to leave early...sick and broken. I can't wait to get put back together again so I can go back and finish what I started. (I don't know how to make them 'clickable' so you'll have to cut and paste, but it's worth it!) Check it out, it's awesome!

PART ONE:

http://www.fox13now.com/videobeta/aeeffc09-d8ad-4088-a152-390191b5758a/News/Extreme-weight-loss-camp-in-Draper-attracts-worldwide-attention-pt-1-

PART TWO:

http://www.fox13now.com/videobeta/92b4026a-aa5d-40ea-a27f-d7ff241e8c68/News/Extreme-weight-loss-camp-in-Draper-attracts-worldwide-attention-pt-2-

Who's coming with me when I go back??

Scary, isn't it, ass?

Monday, May 3, 2010

Time for everyone...

to check in!! I know more of my friends and family are reading this than the nine faithful followers that betrayed their secret identities by posting pictures here. I could use some support right now. It was an emotionally exhausting weekend. My youngest son broke his wrist at his baseball game on Friday night. He walked off the field carrying a forearm that looked like a cheap, bent fork. Horrible image. Worse to see.

I RAN on my messed up knee into the dugout to see the damage up close....breaking the cardinal, "Don't come over unless I'm bleeding from my head" rule. According to some of his friends, I was more than a little freaked out...pacing and possibly cursing a bit. Shocking! Fortunately, neither my son nor I have much memory of all this.

We spent the evening in the emergency room again. You know your life is a wee bit screwy when the ER doctor (and nurses) RECOGNIZE you.

Add the broken arm to the fact that I've had to ground my older son for making "less than acceptable" grades. In spite of being told he was grounded...and that he would be UNgrounded as soon as he'd brought his GPA back into the range of those of us who walk upright, he's decided to amuse himself by asking me, countless times a day, if he can go do this or that.

So, why do I want everyone to check in? Ego, partly...it would be nice to know who (if anybody) is reading my nonsensical musings. Mostly, however, because I've discovered that:

STRESS = OVEREATING!!!

The more stress I'm under, the more I tend to eat...and the more I tend to tell myself total crap like, "it really won't matter if you have chicken fried steak instead of grilled chicken for dinner...it's just ONE meal."....or...."A few M&Ms won't kill me."....or...."Can we go out for ice cream?"....or...."I better finish this pasta so it doesn't go to waste."....and so on.

Because of the stress = overeating epiphany, I'm hoping that y'all will have some better advice and words of encouragement. Don't give me the same old....take a bath...get a manicure....talk a walk...pet your dog nonsense we all read in Women's Day and whatnot. Give me something solid...like how to keep my kids out of the ER and making straight As in school without screaming at them. If nothing else, give me a virtual pat on the back or a hug...I could use some right about now.

And, as always...in spite of the THREE POUNDS I gained back over the weekend...don't get too cushy back there, ass, I'm still coming for YOU!