Waiting

This morning I went to the doctor with Krissy. Today was D-Day, when they read the MRI and told us what was going on . . . It was a nerve-racking experience waiting for the news. The good news is nothing is torn or out of place . . . No surgery in the near future. The bad news is, the knee is still a little swollen, still hurts, and still pops when she does certain things. Dr Denton is puzzled, but his plan of attack includes an industrial-strength knee brace and more therapy. All in all, we got through that visit pretty rapidly.

We then go to the sports therapy place to present new orders and schedule Krissy’s next set of sessions. And, we wait . . .

Then we take the prescription for the brace and go to the brace place. We are the only ones there, only car in the parking lot. We fill out the paperwork and . . . wait. And wait. And wait. After being there for over 30 minutes, they finally call Krissy back. They fit her with the brace and we pay and leave.

I could comment about the fact that we were the only ones there the entire time we WERE there, and there were probably eight different people I saw working there during our stay, and I could wonder if waiting is some kind of hypnotic thing they teach in medicine to calm us down or make us wish so much for the door that we will do or pay ANYTHING just to get out. But I won’t write things like that.

And even if I did, we are still waiting . . . Waiting for the pain and swelling to go away. Waiting for clearance to pitch and train with the softball team again. Waiting for the chance to build some confidence in that leg again so Krissy can start doing all the things she loves doing in prep for softball.

The one big positive is this: At least we are not waiting for surgery!