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Feline freedom and bad knees and anxiety
Nov. 1st, 2022 09:22 pmWell. Today was a day.
I had an in-person doctor's appointment to meet my new physician and get my prescriptions lined up again. I realize how incredibly lucky I am. My Mom snuck me in with her doctor when we moved to Salmon Arm, and then she, when she retired, divvied us up between the other doctors in her practice.[1] Super duper lucky, me.
So, in my normal angst about an appointment (will I wake up in time, will I rant idiotically, will I forget something, will I be rebuffed by fat phobia[2], blah blah blah), I was not paying close enough attention to my knee and I fell. It was very odd. I was in the process of standing up and then I was sitting on the floor. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I think my knee (right) gave way. So I skootchied along the floor to the door and out across the front stoop to the steps where I stood up by pulling myself up.
The girls danced across my downed body while I was going through the door, and, once in the driveway, smirked furrily.
So, I got myself inside and closed the door on the traitors and went to have my shower. The two miscreants were still prancing around the yard - well, really, Suzi was prancing around the yard, and Maggie had already gone into hiding - when I was ready to leave - So I Left Them Outside.[3]
Doctor's appointment was okay, and I gave in and asked to have my knees investigated for help. I have an xray requisition. I have been reluctant to ask for help for two reasons.
One is the weight. I know that, if the answer is knee replacement, I will be asked to lose weight. I was put on my first diet before I could walk and I have never been successful, so I expect this to be distressing and not productive.
The other reason is that I also have knock knees. I was born with them and was given special shoes to push my ankles together when I started walking, and they were pretty successful - but my ankles never ever touched. I fear that the new inserts will be for straight up and down legs, not legs where the forces are at an angle, and that this may cause the bone in which the inserts are placed to crumble. My fear of this is based on the one and only crown tooth I was given, which was one-size fits nobody, and which hurt the whole time it was in my mouth[4] (yes, I asked, yes, they fiddled, but they were exasperated), and which popped off the insert stem, was reattached, and then finally the stem broke out of my tooth root shell. If the knee insert breaks out of the bone and causes it to crumble - what will I be left with? Argh.
Anyway. I did some grocery shopping (I haven't felt well enough to do that for *ages*), took my winter coat in to be dry cleaned (definitely pongy) and came home.
Suzi was waiting uncomfortably on the stoop steps. It was sunny today, but cold (7 C with icy breeze). However, she couldn't just come in, oh no, she had to run around the yard with her tail up squeaky meowing. Eventually she came in, but there was no sign of Maggie. I called a couple times, and I think because I was obviously in the house, Maggie came and cried at the door and I let her in.
Both girls crashed and snored the rest of the afternoon - and are still sleeping.
[1] - this is the province where a woman in Victoria put an ad in the paper looking for a doctor to prescribe her husband's medication after his doctor retired. Family doctors are that thin on the ground.
[2] - has happened to me. May that doctor's digital interface fade to grey every time she touches it.
[3] - I felt bad, but not bad enough.
[4] - I have deeply dimpled teeth, and the crown was not crevassed enough for my meeting tooth to fit in the tooth trough. Tried to explain - it should have been bloody obvious just from looking - but humph humph humph, it was too much trouble to fix.[5]
[5] - and really, my deeply troughed teeth are obvious, and the right kind of crown should have been ordered, but oh no medical father knows best struck again. I am worried that I won't be able to get the knee specialist to take my worries seriously - or to even *listen* to why I am worried.
I had an in-person doctor's appointment to meet my new physician and get my prescriptions lined up again. I realize how incredibly lucky I am. My Mom snuck me in with her doctor when we moved to Salmon Arm, and then she, when she retired, divvied us up between the other doctors in her practice.[1] Super duper lucky, me.
So, in my normal angst about an appointment (will I wake up in time, will I rant idiotically, will I forget something, will I be rebuffed by fat phobia[2], blah blah blah), I was not paying close enough attention to my knee and I fell. It was very odd. I was in the process of standing up and then I was sitting on the floor. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I think my knee (right) gave way. So I skootchied along the floor to the door and out across the front stoop to the steps where I stood up by pulling myself up.
The girls danced across my downed body while I was going through the door, and, once in the driveway, smirked furrily.
So, I got myself inside and closed the door on the traitors and went to have my shower. The two miscreants were still prancing around the yard - well, really, Suzi was prancing around the yard, and Maggie had already gone into hiding - when I was ready to leave - So I Left Them Outside.[3]
Doctor's appointment was okay, and I gave in and asked to have my knees investigated for help. I have an xray requisition. I have been reluctant to ask for help for two reasons.
One is the weight. I know that, if the answer is knee replacement, I will be asked to lose weight. I was put on my first diet before I could walk and I have never been successful, so I expect this to be distressing and not productive.
The other reason is that I also have knock knees. I was born with them and was given special shoes to push my ankles together when I started walking, and they were pretty successful - but my ankles never ever touched. I fear that the new inserts will be for straight up and down legs, not legs where the forces are at an angle, and that this may cause the bone in which the inserts are placed to crumble. My fear of this is based on the one and only crown tooth I was given, which was one-size fits nobody, and which hurt the whole time it was in my mouth[4] (yes, I asked, yes, they fiddled, but they were exasperated), and which popped off the insert stem, was reattached, and then finally the stem broke out of my tooth root shell. If the knee insert breaks out of the bone and causes it to crumble - what will I be left with? Argh.
Anyway. I did some grocery shopping (I haven't felt well enough to do that for *ages*), took my winter coat in to be dry cleaned (definitely pongy) and came home.
Suzi was waiting uncomfortably on the stoop steps. It was sunny today, but cold (7 C with icy breeze). However, she couldn't just come in, oh no, she had to run around the yard with her tail up squeaky meowing. Eventually she came in, but there was no sign of Maggie. I called a couple times, and I think because I was obviously in the house, Maggie came and cried at the door and I let her in.
Both girls crashed and snored the rest of the afternoon - and are still sleeping.
[1] - this is the province where a woman in Victoria put an ad in the paper looking for a doctor to prescribe her husband's medication after his doctor retired. Family doctors are that thin on the ground.
[2] - has happened to me. May that doctor's digital interface fade to grey every time she touches it.
[3] - I felt bad, but not bad enough.
[4] - I have deeply dimpled teeth, and the crown was not crevassed enough for my meeting tooth to fit in the tooth trough. Tried to explain - it should have been bloody obvious just from looking - but humph humph humph, it was too much trouble to fix.[5]
[5] - and really, my deeply troughed teeth are obvious, and the right kind of crown should have been ordered, but oh no medical father knows best struck again. I am worried that I won't be able to get the knee specialist to take my worries seriously - or to even *listen* to why I am worried.
