So, early 2012 I did something to my knee that I felt a 'pop'. I felt a ting and just shook my leg and thought "that was weird". I kept walking and when I got to the stairs in the warehouse and couldn't put any weight on it. I figured like any other little deal it would go away. Weeks became Months and it wasn't going away.
I had a physical and the Dr made an appointment for a specialist, but he was really blowing it off like it was nothing so I cancelled the specialist appointment.
Over the next year my knee would feel better and then worse. I kept thinking I needed to workout harder, cycle more often.
I made another physical appointment and this new Dr made another specialist appointment. I seen the specialist who gave me a cortisone shot. My knee felt great! I could feel it getting stronger and stronger. After a period of time, that all stopped.
Over the last few months it's been causing a lot of pain. Mind you, I have been told I have a high threshold for pain tolerance and there were times just sitting still hurt like hell. I hopped on my bike to go to swim class and my tendon felt like it was going to snap it was so tight.
So, last week I went and had another physical and was told my knee is structurally sound. He says I have patellar tendinitis. He suggest I get a 2nd opinion with a specialist, some Andy dude. Andy kind of blows me off and I get the impression I'm just being a pussy and need to walk it off. I told him the grinding is one thing I can live with, but having pain just sitting is something that I have to get better. Andy assures me I won't blow out my knee or cause any damage if I go back to working out and cycling. Whew!
I get scheduled to have an MRI and that was Wednesday. The results came back hours later and I get a call from this lady saying "Andy got your MRI results and you have knee cartilage damage. He wants you to see another Dr to discuss your options and to schedule surgery, which is likely going to be necessary."
Wait, what?
Andy, the who basically said I was fine last week is now saying I'm going to need surgery? That lady tells me I won't be able to drive or do anything for at least a week or really do anything.
That last part, that shook me up good. I've always been invincible. I would get my ass beat all the time on the football field, crashing on my bike, running routes into cars, running into houses, diving on concrete, all that typical boy stupid stuff and never once even had a broken bone.
Then there's the part where she says I won't be able to do anything and that hit even harder. I'm the one everyone counts on. I'm the one everyone relies on to bail them out and help out. I'm a single parent with two teenage daughters living with him, and relying heavily on him.
Keiana, my near 16 year old has been driving with me and I told her I would probably have to rely on her quite a bit to drive me around. She goes "Oh yeah. It'll be fine, I've got you 😊"
It took a few hours to realize how selfish I was being. Its minor, its a week. So many have to deal with so much worse for so much longer, like the rest of their life. I have to swallow some pride, ask for ... help and in a matter of weeks I will be better than ever.