A knee in need
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Well, that hurt like a mofo.
Saw the ortho doc today. For exactly 42 seconds. Just long enough for him to look at the x-ray and agree with his PA. The asshole didn't even shake my hand.
Wonder just how much he charges for 42 seconds? Prick.
His PA, on the other hand, was awesome.
He agreed with me. My knee is fubar'd. But he also agreed that a new knee wasn't really an option, considering that they only last for about 10 years and I'm only 55.
So I got a shot of
in my knee joint.
I had my choice of 3 injections, several days apart or a one-time big one. I chose the big one. And it was a big dose of liquid with a consistency similar to corn syrup.
Son. of. a. bitch. Felt like my knee exploded from the inside out.
But it's supposed to last 6 months. It's a damned good thing...I don't know as I could stand to get 'em any more often.
I wanted to stop at Menard's on the way outa town, so I headed out Allen Road. I happened to notice the car in front of me, a white Impala. Actually, I noticed the plate...PRD WHT...and a number.
I hope it didn't mean what I assumed it to mean.
But I think it probably did.
They turned into WalMart.