I went to see my doctors at the East Ave. Medical Center last Saturday with my siblings and Kuya Caloy to have my knee checked. It was my first time to go to the said hospital and I just want to ask, why is the Orthopedic Department, for the love of everything good, located at the building’s 6th floor? I mean, it just doesn’t make sense. Does the administration get some sadistic pleasure from seeing their physically challenged patients limp, grope and struggle all the way to the 6th floor? Anyway, just a thought. For all I know they think the exercise would do us good.

Anyway, as I was saying, I went to see my doctors to have my knee checked. I was kind of embarrassed to tell my doctors at first as to how I got my injury in the first place (I mean being hit by a truck sounds way better than injuring your knee for lack of active neurons ). I mean, how’s sheer stupidity for a reason, right? But the good thing was my doctors were all good natured and understanding (stupidity does occur in the species) and such things do happen (to about .0000000000000000001% of the population).

They went through the routine of poking my knee, bending my leg to different angles and checking for my x-ray. After a couple of minutes of tests (and about 45 minutes of waiting for the x-ray), my doctors found… nothing. Yes, nothing. According to my doctors, it doesn’t seem like I have meniscal injuries since I could contract certain muscles in my leg and not feel pain and my x-ray showed that I have no fractures whatsoever. Ummm… so the pain was just like ummm… in my mind? “So I’ll just have to refer you to psych then…”, was my doctor’s reply. Great. I knew I was going crazy right from the very beginning.

Kidding aside, my doctors told me that I just strained my knee too much and gave me kick ass meds to relieve the pain and to aid me walking. They also told me to try to walk my left leg normally, else I’d be saying hello to atrophy next. I’ll be visiting them again in a week to give an update on my follow up check-up.

I could say that my knee feels better now and I could walk without any assistance. The drugs make me feel woozy but it beats the hell out of not being able to walk without benevolent souls around me. To my doctors, thank you, thank you, thank you very much

But I must say, there’s still this voice I hear every now and then telling me this is not the end to it. I guess I need a different doctor for that.