Saw the knee surgeon today for my well baby check up on
the new right knee. Asked him which kind and he says it
is a DePuy [Johnson and Johnson] made of some sort of
shiny substance. I heard the word but can't find it
online. I guess I should have written it down.
While there I got to whine about my left knee and my
left hip. Says the left hip is bursitis probably from
the trauma of carrying all the weight just after
surgery on the right knee. Gave me an order for PT for it.
The left knee he is worried about. So am I. Said he
wanted a MRI before he injected it and somehow I
managed to get one scheduled for tomorrow. I see him a
week later.
I am one hurting puppy. Let's just say that my hair
doesn't hurt but that is about it. Still waiting for
the RD's office to get it's act together. Called
infusion clinic yesterday [was that yesterday??] and
discovered that no one had fax the order for the
Rituxan so stopped by that office today and asked what
was up. Turns out that the message that the insurance
company was going to pay for this did not make it pass
the secretary. So rumor has it that I should hear from
the infusion clinic tomorrow. I will probably be in the
MRI tube when they call. :)
So I am getting closer.
Staggered out of there and down to retrieve my car.
They had lost the keys. So after 15 mins of waiting
[I'm sitting cause I hurt] I finally get up and ask
what is up. Turned out they had put the keys on the
wrong peg.
Left there, went for money - again. And then to the
drugstore which is inside the grocery.
Huge line in front of me so did my grocery shopping and
came back to the line. Then only 2 in front of me. But
the women in front had the same size bag I have and
that takes time. There was an elderly woman holding a
stantion [sp][one of those poles holding rope to
seperate rows].  She was being patient but looked in as
much pain as I did. A bit later two other women arrived
and as they knew each other were chatting happily.
Finally the first woman left and the elderly one moved
into place. Just after that a guy arrives. He stands in
front of the two chatting women and beside me. After
another 5+ mins they open another line and the clerk
says "whose next". Guy says "Me".
Stupid stupid man. Lucky for him I was just in pain and
not taking 60mg of pred cause I hit the ceiling.
I say - you are not next in line. There were three
people waiting in front of you. Oh, smirk.  The smirk
really set me off. Then he says I'm sorry. So I say no
you are not. If you were really sorry you wouldn't have
step around us in the first place -- did it so the
carts could get through but never backed up. You think
we didn't notice that. Do you think he gave in? No,
just stood there. I turned to the women next to me and
said more quietly, guess his penis is longer than ours
so he is more important than any women. To which the
women says in the same tone quiet but just enough so he
could hear - some men are so stupid and can only think
with that organ. rofl  He bought his one drug and left.
Lady behind the counter said to the two behind me -- I
am surpised you didn't say something to him. Becky says
-  but she was handling it just fine. Turns out Becky
is a friend of the clerk and the woman next to her was
the clerk's daughter. The clerk says to me, that idiot
was lucky that the three of you didn't take him outside
and club him senseless. 3 pushy broads and a stupid
man. Clerk says to me - so where is your cane. In my
car, lucky for him and probably lucky for me. Can't
arrest me for insulting his intelligence. Sure hope he
doesn't go home and beat his wife.
Went home $315 dollar lighter before I paid for the
groceries and took two tylenol and two ultram. Still
had a dance lesson I was heading to.
Lay down for a bit till things kicked in and limped
over. Dancing always makes me feel better. I think it
is a question of warming all the joints and then the
music feeds my soul.
Tomorrow is another day. Don't mess with the Duckie
when she is hurting.
quack