I considered, as I was driving back from the doctor just now, that I should have been telling everyone that I was going to get an ultrasound today and that
I just found out I'm having twins. But, I won't tease you all. I didn't have an ultrasound. And I doubt I'm having twins. In fact, I won't find out for about five more weeks what we're having.
Instead, I went to an orthopedic about my knees again.
I made this appointment almost a full two and a half months ago. On Monday, I asked Mark and my boss what they both thought about me going. They both weren't expecting much--neither was I--but they both encouraged me to go and talk to the guy any way.
I did. Just now.
He showed me what he would do IF he recommended surgery. He doesn't right now. He told me that knees get seven (7) times the weight of our bodies when we go down stairs, squat, or anything similar (
like hiking down Mt. Timpanogos). SEVEN TIMES! That means I was putting 1,085 pounds on my knees each time I stepped down the mountain!!!!!
He recommended three things before surgery. First, take an anti-inflammatory. Second, lose some weight. Third, do some more knee/muscle strengthening (physical therapy). As he was getting ready to write my anti-inflammatory prescription, he asked me if I have any stomach ulcers or anything that he should be aware of. "
Yes--I'm pregnant." "Oh, well that changes things. Guess you can't lose weight right now and the anti-inflammatory wouldn't be good either."
So, he gave me a prescription for the physical therapy. I'm not going to go because I already know the exercises they will be giving me. I just need to start doing them again.
He told me to come back to visit him after I deliver the baby.
*Sigh* Oh well, guess it wasn't too much of a waste. At least there ARE options for my stupid stiff knee that's continued to bother me since July.