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Ouch
In the nearly two years now since I hurt my leg originally, there have been a lot of doctor visits and a lot of speculation, and a lot of treatment of symptoms, with a certain degree of inability to find causes for the problem.
Almost a month ago exactly now, I hurt my knee again. Knowing that there would be more trouble if I didn’t go to the doctor than if I did, I went in and had the knee looked at. Anyone who’s been here often since then remembers the janky diagram I made using slashes and the ‘absolute value bar’ symbol to illustrate what my knees were doing. The painkiller I got in response to that injury, to be taken until I got to the referral appointment, caused agonizing side effects that required me to stop taking it and turn to alternative remedies.
Today was my referral appointment. I woke up at around five this morning with a soreness in my leg and a crunchy pain in my jaw. The knee would eventually shut up, but the jaw pain—well, that’s my TMJ disorder acting up on me.
I thought it was a migraine at first, but 1) there was no nausea, 2) there was no aura, 3) it’s on the wrong side of my head, and most importantly 4) I can’t move one side of my jaw. I took two Alka-Seltzers for that and will cross my fingers.
Nine AM arrived and so did my shuttle. I hopped in and was transported two towns and three zip codes over to an orthopedic clinic that I can tell you wasn’t there two years ago—ah, local progress. Problem was, there was some confusing stuff going on and so there was a delay. I was glad I’d brought my Nook Tablet. When reading began to render me drowsy I forced myself to try Sudoku puzzles. I cleared one and only used 30 hints!
I didn’t enjoy getting weighed. I’ve crossed the 150 lb mark. 150.3, to be exact. I don’t look like it, but frankly that’s too high for my height. I need to lose a dozen pounds—or convert it into much, much muscle. My BMI’s 28.4. Normal range for my height is between 19 and 25. Most of you have seen my convention pictures—remember that tiny woman in the pink kimono and hauling a Turtwig? Did she look borderline obese? I didn’t think so. That’s me. I think it might be time for a professional fitness assessment. Numbers alone are wonky now. Even so. I’ve never weighed this much and it makes me feel kinda paranoid. Anyway back on topic:
By about noon, I was getting x-rays done. The place was cold. The x-rays didn’t take as long as I thought they would—especially considering that the imaging was digitized, unlike in the last place I went. But then I had to wait in another room. After overhearing an obvious mistake (No, I wasn’t in the middle of receiving a steroid shot and therefore just about on my way out the door, thanks, now could I get seen by the doctor please?) the doctor finally saw me.
The next few minutes were: small talk, small talk, small talk, flex leg, get the “Uhh, that ain’t right” look. Questions, about the initial injury and then the December reinjury. I explain exactly what I felt/heard during that injury as we look at my x-rays. I’m asking questions the whole time, noting that the little bit of space that should indicate the presence of cushioning fluid and cartilage is not there—I’ve got bone-on-bone-on-bone. I’m no doctor and even I can see that ain’t right. I explain that both times now, the kneecap’s dislodged itself without outside contact
“Straighten that leg out for me?”
I do so. Poke, poke prod—
—slide—
“Yeowch!”
It didn’t take much to knock that knee loose. Luckily, the doctor’s hand was right there, so it didn’t finish that slide out of joint. We prod it back into joint and resume testing its range, as well as the rest of the leg’s range, noting that bizarre thing it does where it doesn’t hinge forward properly. And that one thing where it hinges side to side, which knees aren’t supposed to be able to do.
—stick—
We’ve gone from entirely too much movement to the kneecap going “Like hell am I moving that way.”
“Won’t let me move it that way, huh?”
“It’s nothing I’m doing, sir—I can feel it knocking into something and not moving.”
“Okay, I think I’ve just about found the problem. I need some more information, though. Tell me everything that this leg does that seems, as you put it, ‘stupid.’”
I happily oblige. There’s more poking, more prodding, another slide, another stick, and then a poke at a zone on the leg that I’m fairly certain I’m supposed to be able to feel but am only aware of because I’m looking at it. I say as much as he does a couple more things to the leg.
“Yeah, I think we found it. Technically.”
Um, that sounds a little wonky. “Technically?” I parrot.
“Yeah. That ligament’s gone.”
I know one of the younger nurses heard me and that’s why the giggle when I said “Um—whut?”
“There’s nothing there.”
Suddenly I remember one part of the injury: a loud TICK! noise and a snapping sensation that happened while my bosses stood me back up when the knee went out, followed by a stabbing sensation in the leg that lasted two weeks. I recount that detail.
“Yeah, that’s probably when it went. As it goes, right now, there is nothing there. Your patella’s tracking wrong because that ligament—it’s basically the support cable for the knee, and without it there, your leg’s turned itself that way to hold the knee into the groove the bones make. And now the tendon in that leg is overcompensating for the absence of that ligament—and that is why that nerve in your leg is on fire. Now, normally, we’d hit this with physical therapy and it’ll rebuild and repair, but this thing keeps going out without outside trauma—and that’s not supposed to happen. We’ll have to do something about it.”
“Huh!” So now we have our answer. “What do we do about it?”
“Well, there’s about five solutions to this one.”
“Yay!”
“All of them involve surgery.”
“Oof.” Just because I’m curious, I ask for details.
“Well, we’ll need an MRI to see which approach we go in with, but we’ll either take a cadaver ligament or pilfer some from elsewhere in your body to rebuild that support structure—but we can fix it. We can rebuild that knee and make your leg stable again.”
At this point, I’m doing two things: 1) internally lol-ing at the fact that the doctor actually did use the term ‘pilfer,’ and 2) thinking “Well, now what?”
As I’m about to ask “Now what?” I’m given two scrips: one for an MRI arrangement and another for a specially-fitted brace designed to ape the function of the missing ligament in my knee. So I’ll be going to get a new knee brace soon, one that will fix the actual problem.
And after the MRI I’ll probably be fitted for CADAVER LIGAMENTS.
I should be terrified of all this crap—bone damage! Nerve damage! NO LIGAMENTS IN THAT LEG! SURGERY!!!—but you know what? I’m just glad that, after all this time, I have proof that this is NOT all in my head.
Now if the swelling in my face will go down, I’ll feel awesome.
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It's a loving parody of the dating sim genre where the heroine goes to a high school where all the students are pigeons because humanity has been taken over by birds or something along those lines. Anyway, all the datables (except for the one played by Wakamoto) appear as bishonen when you first meet them even though they're pigeons. TV tropes can explain it better than me I think. (Ishida and Koyasu also have roles there and I know if I get the game then I'm going to save Koyasu's route for last because it's probably the one I'm going to enjoy most since he's a psycho doctor but an absoloute hottie at that.)
I ain't cooking anything but I am doodling a whole load of goofy Kazusa pictures for no particular reason. Mostly involving him at odds with "that little green whore" (my nickname for Kurasame's tonberry).
HOLES IN WALLS?
YEP
Really this was mostly an excuse to test the new onigiri molds the now-I'm-not-positive-where-we-stand-man got me a while back. (It's complicated but I'm too tired to rant. Spent the day cleaning and dancing around a point with the Stalker With A Crush.)
YEP. BIG-ASS HOLES IN WALLS.
I'll post a pic of it before they repair it tomorrow so I've got the before-and-after. I meant to blahg it today but the Android App has a fit with backdating, and with my Open Letter psuedo-stickied, it Does Not Like to post.
I got half a mind to eat the few onigiri I packed for lunch right now. I'd forgotten how much I love the simple rice ball with furikake seasoning and soy-sauce. Yeah, they're plain otherwise. I like them like that. That and I'm totally out of salted salmon.
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He's hilarious in the drama CD. You've got several of these straight characters (or as straight as you can get in a parody at least) and then next to them is Wakamoto who COOS in almost every other line. The best part is he doesn't even pretend to be a teenage boy. It doesn't matter though. IT'S NORIO WAKAMOTO. (Yes he is his own meme.)
Stalker with a crush is back? Well crap.
To be honest I generally prefer plainer foods so those onigiri sound pretty good.
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HE COOS? SERIOUSLY? …I'm not sure what this is. I'm not sure I even.
Not only is he back—
*shrink*
He's STILL got no PC to work with and so he's just forking over A 4G WIFI HOTSPOT for my use and most definitely NOT taking no for an answer.
Now, I'm like Matsu from Sekirei where technology is involved (insert Scary Shiny Glasses and Squee here)—friend and foe alike have been known to exploit this. So I'm pulling the "on again off again like Ross and Rachel" explanation to put some distance in.
(Of course he has some good advice: if the man pulls shenanigans, drop him like a bad habit.)
I'm a fan of complex taste combinations. Food to me is like MUSIC YOU EAT. There's a place for minimalist ambient (plain onigiri with just seasoning) and there's a place for A FRICKEN 200-PIECE ORCHESTRA (SUSHI BUFFET YEAH!)
I used a bit of sushi vinegar in the rice (so technically if a Japanese person were to critique me she'd probably deem this onigiri-shaped sushi) instead of mirin, so the rice is somehow much lighter. AND SO FLUFFY. YUM. The fact that I had to roast my own nori is far less annoying now that I know the rewards.
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Yes he coos. He makes this weird "Pee pee pee!" sound too. Makes you wonder how the other actors didn't burst out laughing during recording.
Hmm that is complicated... a bit too much for me to get my head round at the moment. (The stalker with a crush, not the onigiri.)
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Maybe it took a lot of takes. I get the image of him doing his lines totally deadpan while everyone else is going "PFFFFT."
Long story short, he seems to be trying to purchase me with sexy technology. It's a wooing strategy that would have promise if it were not for the fact that I just don't feel THAT way about him. And he says he's fine if that never comes up. Which makes me feel kinda guilty even though I've said as much that it's not gonna happen.
It's entirely too late in the evening to cook again and I kinda wanna blow off steam by making more onigiri.
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That sounds like a rather tough situation to be in. Sorry that I can't offer any advice with that really.
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THIS IS WHY WE NEED BLOOPER REELS.
…Eh, I'll make a sandwich. Those three onigiris were made with the small molds (I'll be putting that one up tomorrow after the repairs on the apartment are set up) and they were my first meal since THREE PM. As paranoid as I am about my weight, that's too long to go between meals.