Scheduling Nightmare

I had an appointment scheduled for Friday, the 3rd. A couple of weeks prior, I received a call, saying that they had to cancel it. I made another appointment for the 10th. On the 2nd, I received a call, saying that they had to cancel it. Arrrrgh! After talking with them, they had another cancellation for the 3rd, so I got an appointment about an hour after my original one. Sheesh. Go figure.

Which means, that I got to go see my orthopedic surgeon. And, wouldn't you know it, I forgot to talk to him about my thumb that has been bothering me for 2 months. I have to have surgery on my knees anyway, so I'll be seeing him at the end of the month for the first one. I figure I can talk to him then.

The surgeon is going to do what is called a lateral release on my patella. He's also going to scrape the underside of my kneecap to smooth it out a bit. Due to the grinding, I'm sure the cartilage is all torn up. He wants me to stay down for an entire week. Nothing but my knee propped up and me laying down. He wants my feet above my heart. He's worried about blood clots. He won't even let me go into the office and sit at my desk with my feet propped up. I have a feeling I'm going to be rather bored after the first day. Good thing my laptop has wireless and I have a TiVo. I'm sure I'll have watched everything on the hard drive by that point, but it's still there for some relief.

I'll be having surgery on one knee right now. It's rather difficult on the patient to have both knees done at the same time. Besides, we might find that it isn't beneficial enough for me to have the other one. On top of that, there is only so much physical therapy that the insurance company will pay for in a year. Fortunately, they pay for quite a bit and my PT held back on sessions to keep my numbers of visits down in case I had to have surgery. I thinks he saw it coming.

So, first major surgery on me just shy of my birthday.


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I was talking with my mom earlier in the week. She did a vanity search on my sister - she can't remember why. And she came across some posts that I made about my sister's name on a forum that I post at. Mom was surprised that she could see it. It was in the archives, but mom now knows my username. I told her that she might not want to peruse the forums, as she might find out some things about me that she might not want to know. heehee That's probably as close to telling her about my proclivities as I'm ever going to get.