My swollen up and very painful knee after back-to-back races in October (yes, just call me dumbass).
Today was MRI day for my knee.
I’ve been battling some ever-increasing right knee paid for the last couple of months and finally, after having it pop so badly last Friday that I could barely walk, I made an appointment with an orthopedic/sports medicine doctor (surgeon). I had no idea who to choose, so I did what most people do when they are clueless – do an eeny-meeny-miney-mo and pick one.
I had X-rays right in the office, which showed nothing remarkable. Except that I have plenty of space between the bones (upper and lower). That bodes well for more races, down the line. The preliminary diagnosis is a meniscus tear, but that had to be verified by MRI.
Up until today, I’ve never had to have an MRI for any reason. THANK GOD I didn’t have to go in headfirst — buckets of Valium would’ve been on the menu had that been the case. I was hyperventilating last night just thinking of being in a tube. They tell you that only the lower half of your body will be in the tube. That’s bullshit — you’re in the tube up to your collarbone with just your head and shoulders sticking out. They offered headphones so you could listened to music to drown out the eternal knocking/thumping sounds from the MRI machine — you can still hear it, believe me. And I should’ve asked for Classic Rock instead of leaving the Pop music on. I forget that I’m OLD and that today’s Pop is a lot of Rap-ish music. I closed my eyes and almost went to sleep, except that I was so concerned about moving my legs that I had my leg muscles tensed the entire 25 minutes.
I’m not sure what the MRI showed, as they don’t let you see it. I’ll find out on Tuesday afternoon at the doctor’s office. Whatever it is that needs done, let’s just do it and get it over with — I have races to do in the Spring!