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Knee Replacement Needed

My husband needs new knees (try to say that fast 3 times). Anyone who has a spouse or loved one knows that the prospect of major surgery is nothing to smile about. At least the need is not immediate. He’s started with cortisone shots in his knees, and they get him by enough so that he can walk with very little pain.

As soon as he described the x-rays to me, I started feeling awful, in an “I can just imagine” way, about what he must have gone through for years. There are bone spurs and very little synovial fluid to cushion his joint movement. I haven’t been oblivious to the pain, but the description of how the knee looked helped to picture the pain a little more. I’ve been after him for ages to get the knees looked at, but he knew what was coming, and preferred not to go to the doctor.

Life does this. You work, you play, things happen. Parts of your body fail, because, well.. people are just human.

So even though the prospect of surgery is not something I’d like to wish on anyone, in the end, the prognosis is quite good. I asked my husband if he could imagine walking with no pain, or walking without fear that his knees were going to “give out”. He smiled and said, “no”, anticipating that some day, the new knees will be an excellent thing.

My Doctor is a Nut

Today, I saw my doctor. The one who delivered The Little Kid 6 years ago. He cracks me up.

I asked him one question… “What’s all this HPV testing stuff about?” I ended up getting a humorous rendition about how couples who are married for 15 years are having an HPV test turn up positive. My doctor said that HPV is passed on through sexual contact. The only way to suddenly turn up positive when you’ve been negative for awhile is that one of you has been messing around with someone else. He told me that’s happened to a few couples and neither one would fess up to having an affair. He said, “What do you say to them when they say that?”

Then he mentioned there is a vaccine for girls who are age 9 and up. He said that normally it’s only recommended for girls who are potentially sexually active. I thought to myself that if my child is even thinking about sex at age 9, something is terribly freaking wrong.

I guess there are things you don’t immediately think about when you give birth to a child. This is one of them!

My doctor said, “Well, on another note, you lost 3 pounds since we saw you last time. At least you’re not gaining weight. Some people gain 5 pounds a year and that’s not good. You might want to work on a little more than 3 pounds a year.. maybe step it up to 6.” (where he started laughing, and so did I)

I said, “Yeah, by the time I’m 70, I’ll be really thin.”

At this point, he did some quick math in his head and told me how much I would weigh by then. I don’t understand how people do math in their head. I really don’t.

Overall, this visit made my week. Sometimes, I wish he would just change specialties and become a primary care physician. Then I could see him more often than once a year.

Nursemaid’s Elbow Rears Its Ugly Head.. Again

a good elbow, gone bad
My day care director called me at 10 till 2 this afternoon saying, “I think there’s a chance your daughter broke her arm. I can call the rescue squad if you want. I’m not sure what you want to do.”

Me: I’ll be RIGHT there.

Ok, hell… I’m on the other side of town, but nothing 80 or 90 mph could not cure.

When I got to her, like I normally do, and see that she is still breathing and fine, having anticipated something worse when I saw her, my eyes welled up with tears. I asked her if she was ok and she burst into tears. She could not move her arm.

I drove her to the doctor and they got us in right away. We tried to put together what happened. She was on the zip line at school with another girl and started to fall. Megan grabbed her hand to keep her from falling, and she fell. We didn’t know if she fell on her arm or on her rearend or what.

It occurred to me… “You know, she HAS had nursemaid’s elbow in this arm before…”

Better safe than sorry, we thought, so it was off to the hospital for an xray. It was a rather loud, panicked xray, mind you, where I was calmly asking, “Is there any other position you can put her in than this?” because from just the sound of it, they were killing her with what they were doing, although I knew they were not. She was in a lot of pain.

Finally, the xray is good. The bones are not broken. Back to the doctor’s office, where the ligament was forced back to where it was supposed to be, and all was right with the world again.

It is rare, after age 4, to have nursemaid’s elbow. I guess we are just lucky.

Resurrecting the Dead and Other Fun Wednesday Activities

Heartburn is fun, too. My day started out with a good case of heartburn. I usually panic when I have heartburn. I have no idea why. I mailed my brother (the ER doctor) to say that my former supervisor said that heartburn was her only symptom before her heart attack. He sent me a link to women’s most commonly reported heart attack symptoms. I assumed since he didn’t suggest I go to a hospital, that there was no cause for worry. 🙂 A few Zantac later, I feel somewhat better.

The Little Kid Finally LIKES Dinner. Sometimes I wonder if she was replaced with an alien… one who doesn’t complain about 50% of her meals. “I like this mom. Can we have it every day?” It was cheeseburgers and corn on the cob. And it was good (quick and uncomplicated), if I do say so myself.

Resurrecting the Dead. This would be the air conditioner… again. The motor inside was making a loud squeeking sound. A little oil and some major surgery later, the fan is now functioning again. Just in time for our 100 degree weather tomorrow. All Hail the “Fix-It Man”, better known as my husband!

Boston Hospital. Someone there spent 7 hours on my blog. I’m only going to assume you dozed off for a few hours.

How was YOUR Wednesday?