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I guess I'm under house arrest. MRI results are in and not sounding too encouraging but we still won't know for sure until after seeing a specialist at NM Orthopedics on Dec. 4. That's two more weeks on the couch before I find out whether they will have to do surgery or not. In the mean time I'm supposed to stay off my leg as much as possible apparently because whatever it is behind the kneecap that connects it all together is the major part of what's wrong with the knee (ie: "a complete tear of the medial patella retinacula predominantly involving the patella insertion at the apex") among a few other, a bit less scary sounding, technical gobbledigook. It's crazy. I'm trying to discover the meaning of life right here, right now but can't seem to stay quiet enough (even in this restricted condition) to hear. I'm starting to sort some things through though.

Because I'm an only child and the only one of the two existing grandchildren in our family that lives nearby, I accepted that caring for my mom and grandma was primarily my responsibility. I have been fully committed to doing whatever I could (Jimmy helps a lot too) to assist them in any way they have needed me to. I'm reminded that they are not ultimately my responsibility and the weight of the whole thing needs to rest squarely on Bigger Shoulders than mine. So, lesson #1 -- don't try to lift more than you can safely carry.

My niece, Kym, made an observation the other day when I explained how this had happened. After hearing that it was a direct result of trying to wiggle into a control top undergarment she said, "that'll teach you to stop trying to control stuff." So, lesson #2 -- I must stop trying to control the lumpiness of life.

To be continued...

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Anonymous said…
Hi Laurie!
I love it when you talk all medical! It sure was good to see you this week...and I love all the new blogging because of your confined condition! Have a blessed weekend. Much love to you and Jimmy.

Rachel
November 21, 2008 at 12:25 PM
Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio said…
Hear, hear! I'm enjoyuing the blogging too in spite of the unfortunate circumstances! Is your Dr. Archebald or something like that? Anyway, they are a great team there at NMO.
You sound like you're already gettng antsy! But, Kym is right! I need to embrace that thgouth too.
In the meantime, have fun with this new shift.
November 21, 2008 at 11:17 PM
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