“Beautiful” Knee & Morphine Patches

Hey, that’s how the doctor described it, OK? I knew it had nothing to do with the bones. The radiology tech even let me take a look at the X-rays, which was cool. Though I’m no expert, I knew it had nothing to do with my knees. However, I have to get an MRI to find out if it’s cartilage or ligament damage.

Brian, who apparently knows about these things, though whenever I ask him something health-related he always retorts, “I don’t know; I’m not a doctor,” had plenty to say today, chit-chatting with the PCP about something called a meniscus, which to me, sounds like some sort of cookie.

Anyway, for now basically what I need to work on is pain management, which means Flex-All, Extra-Strength Tylenol, and whatever anti-inflammatory it was the doc prescribed weeks ago but that I stopped taking because it knocks me out. So now I’m only supposed to take it at night.

The PCP doesn’t think it’s anything too serious and that if I do need surgery, it would be on an outpatient basis that would only keep me off the ice for a month. He suggested getting a knee brace to use during games; right now I use a sleeve but it isn’t enough. I can probably be back on the ice this weekend, and if the Turtles (my spring and now summer team) were short on skaters tonight, I could probably do that, but he recommends resting it.

The 3-day goalie camp (for grown-ups!) starts next Monday, and I definitely don’t want to miss that. By then we’d know if I need surgery, and if so, I’ll probably have it done after the camp so I’ll be ready for the Puck Cancer Cup in August.

While I was seeing my doctor, Basil was at the vet having a dental and did just fine. He was sent home with a morphine patch (see Friday Cat Blogging No. 7: Teletubbies to see Hee Seop wearing one) stuck to his side because they did four extractions and something about digging out a root.

Why couldn’t my doctor send me home with morphine patches?!