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Limping along

Keep forgetting to update this blog. My apologies.

Quickies:

Saw the surgeon. MRI shows I didn't tear my meniscus, I split it in half. Yep. You read correctly. I split the danged thing in two. I've always been an over achiever. The doc then proceeded to put an extremely long needle into my knee joint and inject some steroidal compound there. I can't say it was pleasant. Well, I could, but I'd be lying. You may hear the rumor that I bit one of Lance's fingers off during the procedure. That's an exaggeration. Really. I swear.

I have another appointment to see how the injection worked and to talk surgery options. Ugh.

In the meantime I have lots of lovely little pills.

We joined the Y and started going to the pool in the mornings after we drop the girls off at school. It's been good and relaxing and I can move in the pool without pain, which is a plus. Lance is there right now with the girls and I'm here working on ....uh....well, I'm supposed to be working on the church newsletter and I am. I mean I'm taking a short break and then getting back to the newsletter. I swear.

On another, happier note, I can now print wirelessly!!!! Is that a word? I print using wireless technology. This is a wonderful thing.

Ok, back to the newsletter.

Comments

  1. Vicus Scurra3:45 PM

    Be careful, I keep confusing my writings for my blog and my church newsletter.

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  2. Paige8:15 PM

    You're way too busy to have to deal with surgery too! I hope the pills work, how awful to have all that pain.

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  3. kelly7:01 AM

    ouch!

    great newsletter btw.
    i'm glad you have your priorities straight like the rest of us.

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  4. Unknown8:49 AM

    Thanks! Although I did mess up and neglect to put Cami Gregory's letters in the newsletter. Bad Pammy. Bad pammy.

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