Oh, Look! Krill!

Alternate title: Oh, Look! Pain Pills!

I just realized that I never updated you guys on what happened when I went to the doctor. Here we go:

1. Con: I was a little late because I got lost. Pro: I know where the city hospital is now! (I know, I know, it's very stupid of me not to know where the city hospital is, especially since I've lived here every six months for the past three years, but honestly I didn't ever need the hospital. It kind of...well, it slipped my mind. I can seriously count all the times I've been to the hospital on one hand. Never been too much of a priority to know where the hospital is.)

2. From the x-rays that the nurses/assistants/what are these guys called again? took of my knee, we can pretty safely assume that the surgery that I had almost three years ago worked. Also, there is literally a chunk missing out of my knee. It's kind of cool. But not.

3. The doctor gave me three options from what he saw:
         a) live with it (which he said was not working. I agree).
         b) get a repeat procedure to scope around and see what's happening in my knee.
         c) get a bone/cartilage graft.

4. At least I got some pain pills. After the doctor found out that I was going home to get any work done, he seemed disinterested in me. I had to ask for pain pills (even though he had asked and knew that even walking was painful and regular stuff wasn't working. At all). He only gave me 40 pills, and I'm having to ration them out. Even with my rationing, I will have to call and get more before I go home. I guess I didn't realize just how much pain I was in until I started taking them and realized that even these wouldn't take the pain totally away, just diminish it to a manageable level.

5. Overview: it looks like my surgery worked, we don't know why I'm in pain, I'm going to have to wait to get back home to find a doctor interested enough to help me out. Only one month left! I can make it!