Friday, I had my return appointment with Dr. Moore to discuss my knee. My Mom came by and when she came in to get me, she told me it was cold outside so she went into my front closet to get my coat. I haven’t left my house much nor have I worn my coat since it’s stopped being cold last school year. I put my coat on (with my Mom’s help) and noticed that there was something in the left breast pocket of my Northface,
I ran my fingers over the pocket and realized what it was. I kind of gasped a little bit as my mom pulled me backward in my chair out of my house. It wasn’t until I was halfway to Dr. Moore’s office that I unzipped the pocket and pulled out what was in it. Yep! It was my “checking pen.”
As my disease has progressed, I have noticed that the type of pen you write with, makes a difference. I really liked using this pen! It glided really well on the paper and it was purple! I used this pen to check papers from my kids and to write anything! I would use the pen until all of the ink ran out! I constantly would go to Staples to get new pens and I would request these specific pens on my Secret Santa list at work.
I think it was the last time I bought pens last year that I noticed this on the package:
No wonder I like it! I’m a lefty, therefore it’s great! I haven’t written with these pens since just before my surgery. It kind of made me sad because I always have referred to them as my “checking pans.” I don’t check papers anymore. This fact makes me sad. I put the pan back into the packet and zipped it up as we pulled into Dr. Moore’s office parking lot which is also Dr. Frush’s office. I kind of knew what he was going to say because my knee still hurts. Looks like it probably will be another “small incision” and the “tendon scrape.” My heart kind of hurt at holding my “checking pen” again and I was having a little bit of difficulty shaking that feeling off until it was time to discuss my knee.