I was quiet yesterday and I fell asleep many times in my wheelchair yesterday. I thought I would a pivotal post that would give me hope for the future but, I woke up in the middle of last night with my knee hurting. It felt strange and I couldn’t figure it out. That is, until I rolled over onto my stomach and I felt and heard a crack of it popping back into place amidst the dark and silence.
Needless to say, when I awoke for the day, my knee was hurting quite badly…STILL! When my knee was first injured, I used to say things that would start off with the words, “When my knee is better…” and I’d finish the phrase with things like, “I’ll go back to Barwis.” (that phrase being the most important!)
But the thing is, it’s been over two years since that day of my knee being injured and I can’t see it getting any better. It just s so much! It kind of makes me feel helpless because my day starts and ends with excruciating pain in my right knee. It’s gone on for two years!
I wanted to write something yesterday but, I just couldn’t. With my knee popping out in the early hours of this morning while my bedroom was still dark the pain continues today. That phrase, “When my knee is better…” seems like it will never happen. I see Dr. Moore again on Tuesday.
I’ve talked with people who have told me that meniscus repair surgery should make it all better. Then I add, “But, sprinkle in a little MS…” they respond with, “Oh!”