So. I had my appointment with the knee specialist, and the upshot is that I have a recommendation to a new local-to-me fat farm - sorry - weight loss clinic.

Oh modern medicine - how I admire your single-mindedness.


It wasn't all downer. I did learn something that makes me less eager (wrong word: I was never *eager*) for knee surgery. It doesn't actually help with improving a person's ability to kneel without pain. Since the impetus to put myself through this humiliating experience is that when I fall I can't get up because I can't kneel - I don't see how this would help me?

Anyhoo. I have his permission to continue to use ibuprofen as long as I tell my general practitioner about it. Good oh.


And who knows? Maybe *this* fat clinic has discovered the magic bullet? Could be; could very well be.[1]

[1] - I doubts it, my precious, because if they had, it would be in all the media and they would be rolling in dough.