Saw the sports doc this morning (thanks 21st century mom for kick in pants to do this). He took x-rays.
First, the good news:
Doc (After x-ray and exam): "You have the knees of an 18-year-old!" (Direct quote, please don't tell me he probably says that to all 48-year-olds; let me revel.)
Me: "Oh, I wish you were my boob doctor!" (No, didn't say that, really. Thought it, though!)
Doc: "No arthritic changes at all." (He starts sketching a picture of the knee bone connected to ... etc. They love drawing these things.)
Doc: "I think it's likely a meniscus tear. It won't heal, and it may not ever get worse. It's really a quality of life thing (me: ut-oh, I've heard these words before). If it gets to the point where you can't walk, we can discuss surgery."
Doc: "Would you like some Ultracet with that?"
Me: "Um, no, it's not really hurting, it just collapses at odd times. Anyway, I tried Ultracet once before and it felt like heroin, in a bad way." (Note: Worst drug experience of my life. Prescribed for back pain. Getting off of it was as bad as being on it. This drug is for Big, Huge, Pain problems. Just FYI.)
Me: (Hmmm, I just heard him asking patient across hall if he would like some Ultracet. Is there an Ultracet salesman on the premises?)
Me: "Can I run?" Whip out The Schedule and show him. He is duly impressed.
Me: "Alrighty then."
Second: there isn't any bad news. (Ha ha!)
The appointment lasted approximately five minutes. I really should have clocked it. I showed him my old orthotics, my new orthotics. Described what happened and when. He had me jump up and down on one foot and crouch down and get up. He took an X-ray (which of course would never show any muscle or cartilege tears) which was a-ok. In fact, did I mention that I apparently have the knees of an 18-year-old? Which makes sense, because they go along with my perfect feet.
So no 37-week course of physical therapy, thank God, and I fended off unwanted drugs, and after work tonight went right out and ran three miles, hard, because I like to gamble. (And he didn't say not to.)
Time: 31:50 (previous best: 31.49)
So thanks for all your well wishes. ( I'm not even going to tell you about the entire TIN of ginger cookies I ate Saturday night, in a fit of pique, and besides, ginger is good for your digestion.)
If I'm ever in the hospital, I want you there with me.