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…

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