Today was the big day, the day that I went back to my surgeon to tell him the things we’ve tried over the last six-ish weeks are not working. I actually think this appointment went pretty well; I was more assured today than at the last one. T-Bone came down to talk to the surgeon before he came in to see me and stayed for the appointment so he could hear what the surgeon said, and I thought that was pretty awesome.
Long story short, I’m scheduled for an MRI next week. I have to look up the specific kind of MRI (more on that later), but they’re sending me to a specific hospital downtown that “has a bigger magnet.” Which led me to show my utter immaturity because I snickered as I imagined radiologists comparing the sizes of their magnets. “Mine is bigger than yours!”
I’m curious how I am supposed to lay inside a giant magnet with the new hardware that’s in my knee. But it’s noted on the form that was given to me to take when I have the MRI, so hopefully, it’s a non-issue. Otherwise, it’s going to be like a scene out of X-Men where Magneto pulls all the nearby metal to him. Only gorier (is that a word?) and more painful.
Today was also my last formal physical therapy appointment, at least until we know what’s going on. I have a list of exercises to continue at home, and a sheath of papers with diagrams explaining the exercises and how to progress a little at a time. I’m nervous about carrying this forward on my own, but I’m trying to have a little faith in myself. I am, after all, striving to be the valedictorian of knee surgery.