Ouch

Today is the anniversary of breaking my knee. If I could go back in time I would do that day a bit differently - not go into the bedroom to change my shoes, not put my slipper boots on, pick up that bag from the floor before it could loop itself around my ankle... 

But here I am a year on and in a lot of pain at times. The operation was meant to be July 2nd, I was all psyched up for it, doing the Octenisan anti-bacterial regime - showering and washing my hair in special stuff and clean flannel, towels, nightwear, bedding and clothes every day, well I do normally put on clean clothes but the rest... a lot of laundry. Anyway there I was the afternoon before, dressing gown washed, most of my stuff packed, trying to stay calm when the phone rang - the operation was cancelled. Only good thing about this was that my brother was visiting so I could enjoy his company, eat a big dinner and go to bed late.

I expected the new date to be soon but it's in September. In the mean time I've been getting agonising stabs of pain in my knee  - so bad that I cry out however hard I try not to. The physio has strapped it up which has helped but he said to take strapping off when I saw consultant yesterday - cue a yowl of pain in the waiting room when P accidentally jiggled wheelchair.

I went into the consultant's office.

"What are you doing here? Why haven't we operated on you?" he asked

 He was really angry that I'm had to wait so long - six months wait to do such a quick and simple op is ridiculous he said and there were some dark mutterings about waiting list managers. Anyway he was very apologetic and said he will do his best to hurry it up.

The cause of the pain was evident on the x-ray - a hook that has rotated out of its original position. Ouch. Very ouch actually.

Apart from straight leg raises I'm not to do any more physio exercises as hook will just be scraping against cartilage.

Roll on the operation.