My dog is hovering. She wants a walk but I’m afraid to, since viewing the MRI today and seeing the “edema on the bone.” When I saw all that white stuff and he said it was supposed to be black, I immediately thought cancer. I couldn’t slow my head down long enough to remember what that word meant. It wasn’t any kind of cancer I could think of. I was wracking my brain, coming up empty, thinking it must be rare, when he started talking about shots and cortisone.
“So it’s not CANCER?”
“No,” he said looking at me like I was nuts and flipping over the blue page, with my history on the back.
“We can do a shot today and wait two weeks, and then you can decide if you want to repair the meniscus or pass. I can’t say for sure that putting in a couple stitches will change anything.”
I was off the cancer, remember how my friend said the shot of cortisone really hurt.
“So what do you want to do?” he asked.
“I want the shot but I don’t want it without taking a pain pill first.”
“What? You won’t need any pain medication. It doesn’t hurt that much. I numb it up first.”
“I heard it hurts like a mother.”
“That’s crazy. Hey, you don’t have to do it. I don’t care one way or the other.”
That got me.
“Okay, but when I go to the dentist it takes forever for the Novocain to kick in.”
He wasn’t listening. He had his back to me, making that tapping noise I hate, getting air bubbles out of the syringe. Christ, I hardly had time to work myself up to a full-on worry. He’d caught me by surprise.
“This is just a bee sting.”
True enough, I hardly felt it. He yammered on, using words like arthroscopic and meniscus while I wondered how pissed he’d be if I changed my mind about the shot. He’s supposed to be the best and I might need him down the road. My other knee has been a little off, too. Maybe it was best to just go along. It was just a shot.
“Now try to relax and don’t move.”
There was an oxymoron if I’ve ever heard one. I exhaled as the needle went in. He drove it in deeper than I expected. I was glad I hadn’t looked, thinking How long is this sucker anyway? It was a deep, dull pain, but alarming because of the intensity.
“This is the color of the fluid I was talking about.”
Duh; edema=fluid. How could I forget that? I looked up and wished I hadn’t. Eight CCs of yellow stuff but the worst was realizing he was going to have to switch that out for the cortisone. I hate when they take blood and have to change syringes. You know that needle’s gonna get pushed in further or pulled or both. But, again, I hardly had time to get worked up when he said “Put your finger here.” He stuck a Band-Aid on it and told me to apply pressure for one minute. Then he was gone.
I felt a little queasy but left with a less-swollen knee. I can’t tell that the cortisone is doing anything but my knee didn’t hurt that much to begin with. It only hurts when I move it wrong. And then it’s this excruciating, electric zing where I’m immobilized for a minute or so. Then it’s sore for a while and there’s more fluid behind my knee.
Getting old is so time consuming. First you have to figure out how to work around gray hair. Then you’re faced with hair that’s perfectly dark but in all the wrong places. Fine, another five minutes added on each morning with the tweezers. You need all new make-up because your skin tone seems to be a shade duller. Sit-ups are mandatory, every day, not to mention an hour walk, just to get back to square one. I’ve been doing this with a cane so that my dog can’t crash into me when she leads the dog chasing her straight for my legs. That cane makes me feel like a hundred years old but I can get her to heel with it so it’s worth it.
Glasses become something you need at every turn. Pretty soon it’ll probably be a hearing aide. When my allergies kick in I can’t hear a damn thing. Now my joints are going. All this and I’m still going to show up tomorrow night looking like a million bucks. It’s the high school graduation for the youngest and the first time I’ll see my ex and his fiance together. The last time I saw him was in 2004. Between the Seattle trip and this graduation I have put some time and effort into coming up with the perfect outfit and accessories and a body to be proud of. I reached my ten-pound goal on Friday and as long as my knee doesn’t give out when I greet my replacement, I’ll have pulled it off.
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