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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.

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

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  2. Tell Tom to hurry!

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  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?

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  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.

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