You know, this is why I hate Mondays.
Aug. 11th, 2010 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gelbes_gilatierI know it's Wednesday today but what happened on Monday afternoon still has me all riled up.
Because, see, I was at the doctor's again on Monday. I'd not expected much, just another referral to physical therapy and the reminder to be a little patient. But unfortunately, no such luck for me. I did get my referral for PT... but I also got a referral to another surgeon (from a surgeon... yes, this is weird, I know). Usually, I get treated by a female surgeon who's approach is something like "Oh, it'll get better, don't worry. I had competitive athletes with stuff like that and they're still very much active today. You just have to be a bit patient." but apparently she's on vacation currently or something because I got a male surgeon... who suddenly was like (seriously, totally out of the blue... no one ever said something definite about that to me) "So, we want to introduce you to another doc about that arthroscopy we wanted to do."
You can imagine how happy that made me? As in "not happy at all"? My reaction was something like "Uh... no? This is the first time I hear about this?" and he started to explain to me why until now they couldn't do the arthroscopy (apparently, there had been some minor fracture in the knee involved... a friend of mine who's currently doing her residency as a gynecologist (!) recently explained to me what the whole fracture thing was actually about... thanks so much to the docs who actually are treating me for never bothering to do so) and how the fracture should be healed by now (should be? Should be?) and that they can now do the arthroscopy. I keep wondering... would it have killed them to actually talk about my case with each other and talk about what the hell is the matter with my knee to me earlier than this? It's been going on since April. Plenty of time to give me a complete lowdown as to what's the matter, isn't it?
God, I'm just so fed up with the whole thing. It puts a stop sign to a lot of plans I had as an alternative to unemployment (because Work & Travel in New Zealand with a busted knee? Don't even think about it) and it makes me really miserable not to have at least some perspective of being able to use the knee like I did before the accident. It's been four months now and I still can't move it properly (although that did get a bit better over time and with PT) and there's still pain (that actually got worse, or so it feels) and no one ever tells me what's the matter and if that will get better eventually (okay, the female surgeon did say there's a pretty good chance that it'll be okay again and that I just have to give it some time).
I can't even go swimming :( (another funny story... the female surgeon told me I should try it and see what happens... I did, and it was painful at first but manageable in the long run... and now the male surgeon tells me that OMG NO SWIMMING PLEASE!) and PT is only like 30 minutes altogether or something. And it's just not the kind of physical activitity I'm used to and that I miss. At the end of September I could have the chance of going horseback riding again, even if only for one class and I'm dying to do that (because that's the first sport I ever did on a regular scale and I started it when I was like... ten or something) but yes, you actually need your knees for riding and now I'm afraid of even just asking the surgeons if there's any chance I might still be able to do that (seeing as the first appointment with the doctor who'll do the arthroscopy if he thinks it's necessary will be at the end of August which means surgery could very well happen in September). Damn, I hate that business so very, very, very much it's not even funny anymore.
On the bright side, I finished the first birthday story for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mackenziesmomma yesterday, and thank God she's an American so it still got to her on her birthday ;) I also finally finished my ten people, ten prompts meme story for ancient_leah as part of finally another Protect and Survive story which hopefully means I'm slowly getting back into the groove that Joe Mallozzi stole from me... well, that and that I might actually be able to write all the other stories I owe people from that meme as well ;)
And now I'll go and watch last week's Eureka ep (since the development of Zane/Jo still keeps me interested, even though they totally screwed up Jack/Tess (and yes, there will be fix it fic, I promise) and Fargo/Claudia squicks me out) and then last week's Leverage ep and that will hopefully cheer me up enough that I can then go on to writing job applications which means that I then can go on writing the next part of the apocafic 'verse (I called it Pandora's Box, BTW) without a guilty conscience. Mh, yeah, sounds like a plan.
Because, see, I was at the doctor's again on Monday. I'd not expected much, just another referral to physical therapy and the reminder to be a little patient. But unfortunately, no such luck for me. I did get my referral for PT... but I also got a referral to another surgeon (from a surgeon... yes, this is weird, I know). Usually, I get treated by a female surgeon who's approach is something like "Oh, it'll get better, don't worry. I had competitive athletes with stuff like that and they're still very much active today. You just have to be a bit patient." but apparently she's on vacation currently or something because I got a male surgeon... who suddenly was like (seriously, totally out of the blue... no one ever said something definite about that to me) "So, we want to introduce you to another doc about that arthroscopy we wanted to do."
You can imagine how happy that made me? As in "not happy at all"? My reaction was something like "Uh... no? This is the first time I hear about this?" and he started to explain to me why until now they couldn't do the arthroscopy (apparently, there had been some minor fracture in the knee involved... a friend of mine who's currently doing her residency as a gynecologist (!) recently explained to me what the whole fracture thing was actually about... thanks so much to the docs who actually are treating me for never bothering to do so) and how the fracture should be healed by now (should be? Should be?) and that they can now do the arthroscopy. I keep wondering... would it have killed them to actually talk about my case with each other and talk about what the hell is the matter with my knee to me earlier than this? It's been going on since April. Plenty of time to give me a complete lowdown as to what's the matter, isn't it?
God, I'm just so fed up with the whole thing. It puts a stop sign to a lot of plans I had as an alternative to unemployment (because Work & Travel in New Zealand with a busted knee? Don't even think about it) and it makes me really miserable not to have at least some perspective of being able to use the knee like I did before the accident. It's been four months now and I still can't move it properly (although that did get a bit better over time and with PT) and there's still pain (that actually got worse, or so it feels) and no one ever tells me what's the matter and if that will get better eventually (okay, the female surgeon did say there's a pretty good chance that it'll be okay again and that I just have to give it some time).
I can't even go swimming :( (another funny story... the female surgeon told me I should try it and see what happens... I did, and it was painful at first but manageable in the long run... and now the male surgeon tells me that OMG NO SWIMMING PLEASE!) and PT is only like 30 minutes altogether or something. And it's just not the kind of physical activitity I'm used to and that I miss. At the end of September I could have the chance of going horseback riding again, even if only for one class and I'm dying to do that (because that's the first sport I ever did on a regular scale and I started it when I was like... ten or something) but yes, you actually need your knees for riding and now I'm afraid of even just asking the surgeons if there's any chance I might still be able to do that (seeing as the first appointment with the doctor who'll do the arthroscopy if he thinks it's necessary will be at the end of August which means surgery could very well happen in September). Damn, I hate that business so very, very, very much it's not even funny anymore.
On the bright side, I finished the first birthday story for
mackenziesmomma yesterday, and thank God she's an American so it still got to her on her birthday ;) I also finally finished my ten people, ten prompts meme story for ancient_leah as part of finally another Protect and Survive story which hopefully means I'm slowly getting back into the groove that Joe Mallozzi stole from me... well, that and that I might actually be able to write all the other stories I owe people from that meme as well ;)And now I'll go and watch last week's Eureka ep (since the development of Zane/Jo still keeps me interested, even though they totally screwed up Jack/Tess (and yes, there will be fix it fic, I promise) and Fargo/Claudia squicks me out) and then last week's Leverage ep and that will hopefully cheer me up enough that I can then go on to writing job applications which means that I then can go on writing the next part of the apocafic 'verse (I called it Pandora's Box, BTW) without a guilty conscience. Mh, yeah, sounds like a plan.
