I can’t see to make it stop. Anytime I’m near the computer right now, I mindlessly gravitate to medical sites and medical-related news (some of which is more than a little unsettling!)
Justin had to lovingly order me to stop surfing on my laptop when I interrupted the movie we were watching (”Troy”) this evening to show him these arthroscopy photos. I wish I hadn’t looked at them — for some reason, I imagined the instruments required smaller incisions/holes.
No wonder there are so many stupid people in the world — I’ve spent most of today watching cable television, and I feel stupider already!
I’m tired of surfing websites, since I keep gravitating to MRI images, ACL repair and reconstruction descriptions and pre- and post-op knee care. None of which is remotely useful to me, except as a means to reaching “information overload’ before I’ve even met the specialist Monday afternoon.
Gold tokens for $1 million in fine gems are hidden around the continental USA, just waiting to be found by readers of a new children’s book called “A Treasure’s Trove: A Fairy Tale About Real Treasure For Parents And Children Of All Ages.”
I haven’t seen the book, myself, but the idea is exciting in the same way so many of us enjoy geocaching — you never know what you’ll see along the way, much less what you’ll find when you get there. Funny how as the world gets more complicated and incongruous, the ways in which we find relief stay pretty much the same — who didn’t hunt for imaginary treasure (or hide it) as a child?
Congrats to my brother on the successful “birth” of his new iPod Shuffle. I demand a demo soon — for a geek, the next best thing to owning a new geek device is getting to fondle one lovingly (…er, evaluate its form factor and feature-set!)
Love ya’ll. Sorry for the litany of knee-related postings. Believe me, I’d love to have something else on my mind, but I’ve been waking up multiple times each night thinking I’m re-injuring my knee, so I don’t think I’m really in control of the content at present!
Excerpt of the lab report from my MRI …
A complete ACL tear, eh? All I can say is, Thank God for health insurance! And, I suppose I should thank Him for this happening when I’m 31 rather than 71 and far less apt to heal well. Still, can I feel a little sorry for myself? Just a little? It’s a bum deal to not even get through January ‘05 without hosing my aggressive but totally doable goal of hiking, camping and/or backpacking once a month this year. So much for January… we’ll see what the knee can bear after I’ve met with the specialist on Monday. I’ve never wanted a Monday to come so quickly before in my LIFE.
Like Rob and Dana, and the rest of Darn-Tootin.com’s readership, I am rooting for the Chubbin’ and have been mercilessly sticking needles in my voodoo “Schuyler’s Monster” doll since she was diagnosed. Now that Rob had a chance to report on their trip to Chicago to see the specialist, it puts my knee hassles in a decidedly different light (as well it should!) I know every parent in the world would give all they had if they could choose a knee brace, physical therapy, or knee surgery, over something that seems driven to f— with their little girl by attacking her from the inside-out.
