My left knee has been hurting for over 8 weeks.
Two months ago, I saw my primary care physician only because I had to start there to get a referral to see a specialist. She thought it was a muscle strain that would resolve over 6-8 weeks. It did not. All that time wasted.
I saw the specialist last week. Orthopedics is so specialized, that this guy only does knees. He prodded and bent my knee and asked me what happened. You don't want to know, I said. He made me tell him.
I was at my elderly aunt's house for a visit. She admired my mother's toes and asked where she had them "done". My mother told her I did them and volunteered me to do hers as well. Five minutes later, I'm on my knees giving her a pedicure. This was not my primary career field. In fact, in my primary career, I was flying across the country in my company's private G4 plane and being taken to and from airports in limousines. And now, this. I had to channel Christ washing the feet of the disciples before the Passover dinner to remind myself that if he could do that, I could do this. It was a lesson in humility.
After an hour of kneeling at a 45 degree angle, I got up and heard crrrnch.
I looked up at the specialist. His mouth was open and he said, "Don't tell anyone what you just told me."
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