kneedy needy me

Oh my god, don't worry, shut up, it's not pictures of my uterus...it's my knee. M.R.I.s don't' scan worth (bad word).

Those white parts are so (bad words).

Today's visit to the Ortho means in few days I'll be getting an intense, anesthesia-dosed drainage. Then it will be weekly shots of Hyalgan (made from rooster bits, yuk).

The good news is that the handsome doctor says I can still gym-er-cise. But no squats. (I'll miss doing them---and I don't think I'll be the only one.)

In a few weeks I'll do physical therapy (again, again).

Relief should be on its way? The alternative is (lots of bad words) surgery that I just don't want to endure (again, again).

The handsome doctor said, "(mild bad word) your knee."

This may be the only time in my life I wish I was old so I could get the (bad word) thing (knee) replaced.

No. Not really--not the older part.

But I really do want a new knee.

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