I’ll tell you what’s not funny. It’s not funny when you go to your ortho surgeon to arrange for a cortisone shot for your other knee because it’s been acting up, but he tells you he thinks you’ve got a torn meniscus and that you need another frickin’ operation.
That’s what’s not funny.
I’m NOT going to hit another weight loss plateau and be stuck for months and months at the same damn weight. I mean, hell, I’m still rehabbing my shoulder after January’s shoulder surgery.
NO. I refuse. R-E-F-U-S-E. I’ll get down to a certain weight and then I’ll have the surgery… maybe in the spring.
The MRI is in November. I’ll know more about what’s wrong with my knee after Thanksgiving.
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UPDATE: Meniscus wasn’t torn after all, so no surgery is needed. The doctor put me on prednisone for six days, which enabled me to walk the malls like a champ! I bought Xmas presents and lots of new clothes, which is what happens when you’ve lost so much weight that nothing—and I mean nothing—in your closet fits. 😊
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