WHOA is me…ok not really
My last post was about my Workers Comp woes. I followed up with my orthopedic doctor today. The RN Case Manager attended the appointment with me. She was really nice and turns out we grew up about 25 miles from one another in another state. (Odd right)
My orthopedic doctor is, Dr. Persinger. He is straight to business when you go in the office. He is super nice, but no nonsense type of guy. His wife happens to be my general doctor. She is personable and much more chatty (in a good way) than her husband. I got the impression my doctor did not appreciate a WC case manager attending the appointment. I imagine most doctor relationships with worker’s compensation companies is probably not very cooperative. I have had a great experience dealing with the various doctors, adjusters and such so I cannot complain. I keep everyone updated and it is no secret, Sue is ready to go back to work.
I am being sent for an MRI next. The internal derangement of my knee is not healed to a point of recovery that I can execute all of my job duties. I was told today the MRI is going to reveal 1 of 3 possibilities.
- The cartilage is fragmented and they need to go in and remove debris
- The cartilage is smushed (not a tech term but you get the idea) and they need to take some from one place and put it in another. (I am probably describing that all wrong…he lost me at possible surgery with quick recovery.)
- Or, I could just have a body that needs more time to recover, since I am overweight and over 40.
Honestly, I kind of hope I have a body that is being stubborn and just need more time. I do not want surgery. I wanted to be released to go back to work.
Even my Nurse Case Manager said I need to be recovered so I do not injure myself further. I get that, but I feel like I should be doing something to contribute. I mentioned before I felt like this injury was hurting my mental health more than my physical health. There is a plague of laziness that seems to settle over you after you are forced to take it easy for a period of time. I have had 3 medical procedures since December, two of which were surgical. I have never seen the inside of a doctors office as much as I have this year. I am not happy about.
I saw a quote, probably on Facebook or Pinterest, by Jim Rohn, “If you don’t like where you are, change it. You are not a tree.” In the course of all this talk about life changes, being more minimalistic, eventually living tiny, the desire to finish my book, lose weight and nurture my faith…I seem to have forgotten I am not a tree. I want all these things, so why am I sitting still. In three months I could have written a book or two if I had focused my efforts.
Whoa, is me sounds like a whinny comment that would proceed a cop-out for anyone of my desires. I am going to put a positive spin on it. So now it will be a reminder, “Whoa is me, you are not a tree.” It is time to not just make a decision to change, but to take action for change too.
Stay tuned to see what happens next. Please feel free to comment, throw some advice or inspiration of your own. We can all use encouragement and people to hold us accountable.