Year-End Doctoring


Remember when I fell a few months ago? It’s okay if you don’t, since clumsiness is practically my middle name. Well, when I fell, I injured my wrists, ankle, and knee. Doctors checked my wrists and ankle because they actually looked injured. My knee just looked bruised at the time. After a couple of weeks, when everything else was healing, it became apparent that something was really wrong with my right knee. It would burn when it touched anything. I could still walk on it, so I just pretended like it was no big deal. When it hurt a after pool therapy, I’d just chalk it up to overuse. When it hurt after walking, I’d think I walked a little too far or I was too out of shape.

The doctors checked it a couple of times and said that it was related to the Osgood-Schlatter disease, which I accepted. But no matter what I would do, it kept getting worse. Over the weekend, it started cracking and not in the typical mild, yet nauseating Rice Krispie (crepitus) way. It was making loud pops and cracking sounds. Sounds that accompanied pain. The pain goes down and across from around the inside of my right thigh to the back of my knee. It ends at the top of my calf/bottom of my knee. This weekend, the pain was becoming very apparent whenever I’d bend my knee while walking. I can stay off of it and bend my knee and not receive nearly the same level of pain as if I’m walking around. But I want to make sure that that’s the appropriate treatment for it.

I accepted that I’m going to have to go to the doctor and tell them exactly what’s going on and how the issue has progressed. Hopefully, they will have an idea for something to help, since ice packs and Voltaren rubbed on it aren’t really doing much. Last time I went in, they said I might have to go see an orthopedist, which is an idea that my mom fully supports–especially after I told her about the cracking. I have an appointment in about an hour from now, so *fingers crossed* that I will get the help I need. If not, I guess I will learn to deal with the pain. I don’t really have much of a choice otherwise.

Wish me cracking-less knees.


About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.