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knee news

18 Monday Aug 2025

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I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT TO SEE THE KNEE SPECIALIST. The call came in this morning and I almost couldn’t believe it. It’s for next week, August 28th and while I know I should be happy I’m also nervous, because of course this is just to find out if my surgery will be approved. I’ve already printed out my page outlining everything that has happened (and not happened) since May 2023 when this whole knee saga began. Hopefully it won’t be glossed over and dismissed like it was by the trauma guys last October.

To wit my friend Sharon has offered to come with me and be my advocate. Thing is, I’d be an excellent advocate for someone else, I just can’t manage it for myself when I’ve got all the other scary feelings going on. What can I say, hospitals trigger me big time. Anyhow… stay tuned. If it ends up being a simple meniscus repair I could be up and walking again in no time. A replacement would obviously be a longer recovery. And of course in either case I’ll end up going on another waiting list. But first things first.

más trauma

18 Wednesday Jun 2025

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Hot on the heels of yesterday’s visit to the Cardiologist, today it was a trip back to Fleming to see a different traumatologist (in the aparato locomotor dept) about my shoulder. You may recall that when I stopped by Fleming back in May to ask why I’ve been waiting since October to see the knee surgeon I was told that they were presently seeing people whose doctors had requested appointments LAST JULY. So while I was there today I thought I’d ask this doctor about the long wait and she just rolled her eyes and very sympathetically said to me that a year’s wait was normal so I shouldn’t be surprised if I don’t see anyone until next October. Fuck.

But, back to the shoulder. An old problem I’ve had for years, comes and goes, and the reason for the aborted MRI in April (I lasted maybe 10 seconds in there). When I reported that to today’s doctor she nodded her head and said a lot of people have the same problem. Then  she gave me an examination, had me try various movements, strength testing, etc. and said I had ____________ (a long techy description I can’t remember – short version: fucked up shoulder). Then she put in an appointment request to get an ultrasound done and said she’d see me again after that. Fine.

Then it was back to my knee. She seemed actually concerned about how I was doing and concurred with the previous doctors that physiotherapy wasn’t helpful for a torn meniscus, but said cycling would be good for me (thinking about looking for a stationary bike during the summer sales, or I might be able to rent one from the hospital). I appreciated that she didn’t tell me I need to lose weight; I got the feeling she knew I knew that already. She also said I could try this stuff, which I found out my pharmacy stocks, but I need to do some research first. Her recommendation was to take it for three months, then take two months off, and then another three months. We’ll see. Not sure if this isn’t just more woo woo whatever, like all those useless creams I’ve tried over the past couple of years.

So what does any of this have to do with that fabulous breakfast up there? Well, Fleming is just around the corner from Mercado Las Palmeritas, which I went to for the first time while researching my Sevilla Food Markets article on Substack (and decided it’s now my new favourite market), and so it seemed like a great opportunity to drop in again. I actually shared that massive tostada with Peter, then did a little shopping and, yep, it’s still my favourite market. Pico de gallo coming up…

too many hobbles

04 Wednesday Jun 2025

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I think I really overdid things this past week. I mean, I try to get out for a hobble each day, as well as doing my chair workouts five times a week. But between Málaga-Marbella and Jerez I worry that I may have actually done some extra damage to The Knee. Because now it seriously hurts (even more) like fuck. Today I wanted to go to the market and gave up half-way there. The thing was, once out and about you just kind of have to keep going. Especially if you are in the centre of pedestrianised Málaga (no taxis!) or when your lunch location in Benalmádena ends up being at the bottom of a very steep foot path (ouch!).

But I persevered then took a couple of days off before heading to Jerez. I don’t know if that was a mistake or not, or if all of it was wrong to do, but dammit I’m so tired of not being able to do things. And with NOBODY helping me with info about what I should or should not be doing (other than go to the pool, ride a bike, lose weight). Not one doctor has told to either keep walking or stop walking. And so I keep on, not exactly walking, but hobbling on my trusty crutches. Clocked over 15,000 hobbles in Málaga and another 12,000 in Jerez. And each one hurt so much. I just want my life back.

relatively speaking…

19 Monday May 2025

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Okay, so maybe not the best image since I AM GOING BALD and would never tear my hair out on purpose… but I mean fuck. No wonder it’s falling out on its own. Remember when I had it all worked out to finally take care of business and find out – in person – why I have been waiting SEVEN MONTHS to see the knee surgeon? And so on my way to my mammogram on Friday, at a new place way out in the middle of nowhere (sorry El Juncal, but you kind of are), I got off the bus and stopped in at the scene of the crime – Fleming Clinic – which was sorta kinda of on the way.

I was directed to the department I should be taking this up, and so that’s what I did. But after a few minutes of looking stuff up on the computer screen the woman at the desk told me… “all I can say is that the appointments being seen to now in the department are from requests made LAST JULY”.

My request was made in October.

And when the woman saw the look on my face she said… “well you know, relatively speaking, it shouldn’t be that far off now”.

I didn’t even know what to say. I asked if this meant I would have to wait another three months and she said “not necessarily”, which could mean anything. Maybe not three months, maybe longer. Remember, this is just to see the surgeon. Who will have to sign off on the surgery. And then I will go on ANOTHER WAITING LIST. Unless the surgeon doesn’t sign off on it and then I am completely fucked. So far I have been finding it very difficult to have doctors take me seriously about this and so it’s hard to hope.

no news isn’t good news

21 Monday Oct 2024

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no news

I’m already exhausted about writing this post even before starting it. For a few days it seemed like the sudden and excruciating knee pain I first experienced back in May 2023 (left knee), which then extended to the right knee, and then got worse and worse to the extent that I’ve been painfully shuffling around (you can’t call it walking) on crutches since August, was finally about to be taken seriously and treated.

I knew I shouldn’t have got my hopes up.

I arrived at the health centre fully prepared with a typed-out list of the whole saga including every doctor’s visit, every test, every “non-treatment”, thinking it would be helpful for the traumatologist to see it laid out chronologically because, in my experience, most doctors know nothing about you or your case until you walk through the door and then there is the usual them skimming through your files on the computer and half-listening while you try to explain your situation.

Anyhow, my knees were poked and prodded and it was confirmed that I did indeed have mobility issues and PAIN because of the torn meniscus. Then the doctor said she wasn’t going to recommend a knee replacement (wtf?) but would send me to another specialist to see about getting the meniscus repaired. Well okay, better than nothing. I asked how soon I would get this appointment and was told not until AFTER CHRISTMAS. It was like a punch in the gut.

I got the usual ride a bike – go to a pool – lose weight – take painkillers “advice” and when I asked about seeing a physiotherapist the doctor said physio isn’t helpful for a torn meniscus. SO THEN WTF WOULD GOING TO THE POOL OR RIDING A BIKE DO?

I honestly don’t know what I am going to do now. The right knee keeps getting worse and worse and I fear that soon I won’t be able to walk at all, even with the crutches. Meanwhile not working is taking its toll both emotionally (I miss my old life) and financially (so scared about this). And to think that everything is just on pause, yet again, until January… right now I can’t bear to even think about that because it’s just too much. Fuck.