Today I went to the doctor about the pain I've been having in my right knee for the last ten days. I would have gone sooner but this was the first appointment I could get. The doctor looked at my knee, bent it, rotated it, generally flexed it every way it would go and said "It's probably arthritis." Gasp! Arthritis? Isn't that what old people get? He looked at me like it was pretty obvious that I qualify, but then he kindly said "But sometimes it's hereditary. Did anyone in your family have arthritis?" Well, let's see, there was my dad and both of his sisters, but they were all old. Oh, I think I see a pattern here. He did order an x-ray for me, just to be sure. I get that next week. Also he gave me a shot of cortisone and put a band aid on my knee. I commented that I hadn't had a band aid on my knee for a long, long time. He chuckled but refused to kiss my booboo. He said the shot might take two to three days to kick in but it turns out that walking is good for arthritis. Evidently "motion is the best lotion" for joints. Then he said the nicest thing. "Some people need to loose weight to help ease their arthritis but that's not your problem." What a happy note on which to end the appointment. After the appointment, when I checked my texts, I saw a note from my west coast brother telling me that today is International Dance Day and also World Jump Day. Wow, if it wasn't for this knee. Maybe next year.
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