Friday, January 30, 2009

We don't need no stinkin' scooters

Finally saw my doc today. MRI scheduled for tomorrow morning and seeing the surgeon on Tuesday. She thinks I have torn my meniscus and tried to give me an Rx for a scooter so I would stay off of it.

I told her thanks but no thanks.

The only good thing about this is that I've learned to spell meniscus.


  1. Does bad luck follow you round?
    Tom is on his way with his best massage manual.

  2. Tell Tom to hurry!

  3. You've torn your what? My 35 year-old school chemistry memory reminds me that a meniscus is the curvy bit at the top of a column of liquid in a tube. What were you doing?

  4. It's part of my knee and that's about all I know. Oh, I also know that it can cause a great deal of pain.

    I wish I had some exciting story about how I injured myself---alas, I do not. I pivoted. That's it. End of story. Who knew that pivoting at my age could be hazardous? I've been doing it for years and years and not a problem. Next thing you know I'll be having trouble with solid food.


Go ahead....tell me the truth :)