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Yesterday I finally got to see a traumatology doctor about my goddamn knees. To recap… it was less than a year ago that I was doing my (almost) daily 10,000 steps and suddenly last May my left knee decided to give out on me. Then it all went downhill with trips to Heartless GP, then an MRI and later a visit to emergency when the pain in my right knee became unbearable. I was dismissed by the ER doctor saying I didn’t have a Bakers Cyst (though all symptoms pointed to that) and was given a prescription for Nolotil, a painkiller that has been banned in 20 countries because one of the many side effects is DEATH.

So fuck that shit. I got back in touch with Heartless GP and she said she would book an appointment with a traumatologist, which finally happened today. To be honest, since my serious disappointment after seeing The Endo last summer I was preparing myself for the worst. And hey, that’s what I got.

This woman was dismissive from the start. Barely looked at me other than to tell me to not move my chair closer to her desk. A good 6 feet away, I also noticed the window was cracked open, but of course she was not wearing a mask IN A FUCKING HEALTH CENTRE FULL OF SICK PEOPLE. But I digress…

Trauma Doc had a look at my history on her computer screen, then a look at my initial x-ray and the MRI and when I told her the pain was getting quite unbearable she asked me what I was taking for the pain. I said… well nothing. I can’t take Ibuprofen because of blood pressure issues and Paracetemol damages the liver. And ANYHOW I don’t think living a life taking daily painkillers is actually a viable solution.  Omg the withering look I got from her. Then I asked her what other treatment was available and she actually said… “What do you mean?”

So I asked if there was an operation available, or at least some physiotherapy or ANY other kind of treatment. She continued to look at me like I had two heads and said there was no treatment for my osteoarthritis BUT she could treat the Bakers Cysts behind BOTH knees. And I was like… what? I have Bakers Cysts behind both knees??? Apparently this was clearly visible on the fucking MRI that the ER doctor chose to ignore when he told me I did NOT have a Bakers Cyst.

Meanwhile, Trauma Doc was busy writing prescriptions and when I asked what they were she said it would all be on the printout she was about to give me and I COULD READ IT OUTSIDE. What the actual fuck. She handed me the printout and I said… wait can you not take a minute to explain this to me? She insisted it was ALL THERE and I insisted she could at least explain what she was prescribing and why… and finally she did, very briefly, and at that point I gave up and left. Fuck. It was either that or punch her in the face. My god, I felt so angry and frustrated.

This was the new pharma cocktail…
· Naproxen (500mg) with Omeprazol (20mg) every day for two weeks while checking my blood pressure.
· Capsiaiçin cream – one application every 24 hours, also for two weeks.
· Paracetemol/Tramadol – every 8 hours for pain

And of course, lose weight and do regular exercise. RIDE A BIKE was Trauma Doc’s recommendation.

Can I tell you? Just over eight years ago when my KNEES first started making themselves known (before that I barely knew they were there, they just functioned, ya know?) I went to the gym 4-5 days a week, plus walked a LOT every day. And at the gym I’d do a good 45 minutes on the recumbent bike. UNTIL it started hurting my knees. A lot. I was okay doing other things, though stairs were becoming an issue, but the bike really hurt. So I stopped and got into the daily 10,000 steps thing. And so having these docs (more than one) telling me that to get rid of knee pain I should ride a fucking bike… guess what? A one size fits all pain relief strategy does not actually fit all.

It looked like Naproxen might help with the inflammation, as it seemed somewhat less scary than Ibuprofen, but I tried the Capsiaicin cream today and omg my knees are ON FIRE. Serious skin reaction so I guess so much for that. And so I am back to… now what? Fuck.