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| Close to Nowhere “Oh, bother,” said Pooh We all know Winnie the Pooh — things in Pooh’s world are always just a little off kilter. Pooh is always in eminent danger of something terribly wrong happening; yet, it’s always averted just in the knick of time. My life and Pooh’s are very similar — tragedy is always lurking just around the corner. You wouldn’t think a grown man would have any complications from dancing around the living room with his granddaughters — would you? Aforesaid grown man has apparently twisted (or worse) something in his knee — twisting in the living room. (Pun intended.) Aforesaid grown man is almost completely incapacitated by twisted knee. He has been reduced to micro-managing the household and its occupants from his recliner in the living room. Pop and I spent Saturday afternoon at a clinic in Oxford where we thought we were going to get his knee and my wrist X-rayed. (Let’s not discuss the fact that my wrist has had a lump and has been very, very painful since early October. That is not important!) We had to wait a while at the weekend clinic, which we weren’t surprised about. When we were finally called back to a room, we didn’t have to wait long before the doctor zoomed in, felt around on Pop’s knee through his blue jeans and pronounced “arthritis.” He discounted that the pain had come on suddenly, was excruciating, and if you bumped that leg, screams would ensue! Pop got a prescription for a mild pain pill and was sent on his way. The doctor spent a bit more time looking at my wrist and the psoriasis that runs up (down?) that arm. After feeling the lump in my wrist, twisting, etc. (and causing lots of pain!) he said he was sure that I had psoriactic arthritis. Wrote me a prescription for a mild pain pill and sent me on my way. I spent the evening researching psoriactic arthritis on the Internet. Despite the fact that the diagnosis needs to be confirmed by a rheumatic specialist, I’m guessing I do have psoriactic arthritis (I’d never heard of it either.) The Internet is not confirming the arthritis diagnosis for Pop. The more I researched, and the more Pop screams when he accidentally bumps that leg, makes me think that twisting in the living room with two little girls, might have seriously twisted something important in that knee. We now have an appointment with an orthopedic specialist and will soon find out. I’ve backseated my wrist until we get Pop up and hobbling a little better. Oh, did I forget to mention that Pop is now suffering (mightily I might add) from a stomach virus that appears to be going around? “Oh bother,” said Pop! |
      
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