Into PT I walked today, proud to tell Jacquie the good news that the doctor had dismissed the notion that I had done some real damage, but rather than relief she seemed more upset. Adding a pinch of self-doubt to her diagnosis, she had one of the other therapists run a few diagnostic tests. After some pushing, pulling, squeezing, and bending he thinks I likely have a torn meniscus. Shit! I guess it’s just a lesson that I need to be a better patient and push for the MRI, question diagnose, and go with my gut.
So back I go to a specialist, Dr Evans to get a second opinion. My appointment is set for 3 weeks out, so I guess between now and then I’m just going to stick with the exercises etc. Oh and jump through more HMO hoops.
On the bright side, by the time I have my appointment with this second specialist, we’ll have a new president!