No firm diagnosis because I couldn't see an orthopedist today, but the doc I did see said based on the location and intensity of the pain, he was leaning towards torn meniscus. X-ray of course showed nothing, and only ortho can order an MRI, so he ordered the consult, but I won't be able to get into orthopedics for at least a week or two.
In the meantime, they shot me in the butt with some good pain juice, gave me a prescription for Prednisone (steroids) and Diclofenac (NSAID), and stuck me in a knee brace. Of course I'm to keep the leg(s) elevated as much as possible and restrict movement to the bare minimum, so yep, I'm still sidelined, and it could be for a good while.
The biggest thing I'm thankful for is that I ran into a friend when I got to the VA. He was able to assist me after his own appointment, and even drove me home. I already had an appointment scheduled for Thursday for other things with my primary care physician, so he'll drive me back then and hopefully I'll be mobile enough to drive my car home. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been there for me today.
I'm already feeling quite a bit of relief from both the meds and the brace and while less pain is good, I'm totally bummed that I allowed this to happen. I was so excited to be doing so well, and now I'll have to start over, and I don't even know when they're going to allow that. I can't even walk for a while, and depending on what the orthopedist says, I may end up needing physical therapy.
I thought I did everything right, starting off slow and easy and going by the book. I didn't think the pain I was experiencing was a big deal, so continued to work right on through it. Stupid, indestructible-Marine mentality. I guess in this instance pride did indeed cometh before a fall.
~ Marie Anne