If I Were a Horse...They Just Might Shoot Me

I've had it with my fucking left knee. I've been hobbling around off and on since October of last year. When I asked the doctor about it back then he asked how intense the pain was. At the time it wasn't very intense only annoying. He said take some anti-inflammatory meds over the counter.

Fast forward to earlier this year. The pain was occurring more frequent and more intense. I've tried in vain to find a cause for it without going to the doctor. I tried new shoes. That helps for a while. I tried thicker socks. That seemed to help. Not anymore.

I can walk ten miles and not feel any pain. My problem is when I sit down or bend my knee. The first few steps not only are painful but sometimes I can't put my full weight down. It so bad now that when I get out of the truck I have to hold on to it until I can put weight on my leg. Then I can walk forever.

More distressing is I can feel my knee pop sometimes when I walk. No pain when it pops but damn it can't be a good thing. I also noticed last week how tender it is when I touch the inner side of my knee.

All this is probably leading up to a few things. At worst knee replacement and at best a brace. Rest isn't going to heal this puppy up. Something isn't connected right anymore. My sister, who only God knows how, has some medical knowledge, speculates that my knee will have to be scoped.

A couple of people have asked my why haven't I done anything about it yet. June 1 of this year marks my one year return to work after my six month sabbatical that started in 2006. I didn't have my full benefits back before June 1. I still had disability pay but at half my pay rate. I'm now back to full pay if I have to take extended time off.

Today though was the day that I got tired of Wounded Knee. At approximately 6:30 p.m. I called the doctor's office and set an appointment for next week.

See you later mother phukkers,
Pope Wounded Knee