February 28, 2001
Well, by now you know the routine, so the routine it was but with no needles. I got it confirmed for a fact that needles are on alternate days. So think of me this week on tuesday, thursday, saturday, and next week monday and most likely Wednesday. If you think of me on other days, you won't hear me complaining either :-)
One of the assistants chastized me for walking like a gimp. I am gimp, I reminded her. She said put your heel down first and roll over to the ball of your foot as you move forward. I said, I'm too scared to do that. She said, Come on, do it. I said, Give me a break, this is only day 7. Luckily, the doctor called me in then; even more luckily, he didn't give me any needles.
Actually he gave me a couple. On the legs, just below each knee. Didn't hurt going in, didn't hurt going out. I asked him if he's ever felt the pain he inflicts on the finger. He said he was the most enthusiastic volunteer during training practicums. I hadn't even considered the fact that you need to get trained to insert these needles. Somehow just figured you stick them in and watch your patients writhe in pain. Point being, he knows what kind of pain I feel. Good to know. Except that I'm pretty certain he didn't shout and whine the way I do each time I feel the sharp pain from a needle. But hey, I am what I am, as my man Popeye is fond of saying.
Okay, so I'm almost half way there. The knee is feeling stronger. I am now trying to walk on the heels-then-roll-to-the-ball-of-my-foot method, but that is slow going and still scary. However, truth be told, today I'm feeling somewhat sanguine about the ACL actually regenerating itself.
If it does, I wonder: can one really express immense gratitude? (a collector's edition of gold plated needles?)
Well, by now you know the routine, so the routine it was but with no needles. I got it confirmed for a fact that needles are on alternate days. So think of me this week on tuesday, thursday, saturday, and next week monday and most likely Wednesday. If you think of me on other days, you won't hear me complaining either :-)
One of the assistants chastized me for walking like a gimp. I am gimp, I reminded her. She said put your heel down first and roll over to the ball of your foot as you move forward. I said, I'm too scared to do that. She said, Come on, do it. I said, Give me a break, this is only day 7. Luckily, the doctor called me in then; even more luckily, he didn't give me any needles.
Actually he gave me a couple. On the legs, just below each knee. Didn't hurt going in, didn't hurt going out. I asked him if he's ever felt the pain he inflicts on the finger. He said he was the most enthusiastic volunteer during training practicums. I hadn't even considered the fact that you need to get trained to insert these needles. Somehow just figured you stick them in and watch your patients writhe in pain. Point being, he knows what kind of pain I feel. Good to know. Except that I'm pretty certain he didn't shout and whine the way I do each time I feel the sharp pain from a needle. But hey, I am what I am, as my man Popeye is fond of saying.
Okay, so I'm almost half way there. The knee is feeling stronger. I am now trying to walk on the heels-then-roll-to-the-ball-of-my-foot method, but that is slow going and still scary. However, truth be told, today I'm feeling somewhat sanguine about the ACL actually regenerating itself.
If it does, I wonder: can one really express immense gratitude? (a collector's edition of gold plated needles?)
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