Thanks to the miracles of modern chemistry, my knee has gotten almost completely better: there is no constant, stabbing pain — just soreness when I use it and a general weakness when I try to use it while carrying things. I’m throwing out my ibuprofen in favor of naproxen and acetaminophen. Hooray!
At the advice of my mother, I called the nurse line. At the advice of the nurse line, I had Sarah take me to urgent care, where the ibuprofen wore off just in time for the doctor to torture me. I was flat on my back on the exam table with a white cloth draped over my special purpose.
“Does this hurt?” she asked while picking my leg up at the ankle.
“Yes! That hurts!”
This went on for some time.
“How about this?” she asked while folding my leg behind my head.
“Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?”
“It’s just tendonitis. You’re fine,” she said.
I sat up and shook on the table.
I’m finally home with naproxen and acetaminophen. For those people who worry about such things, I asked both the doctor and the pharmacist about their interactions and amounts. For those of you who would take joy in it, I’m still in a largish amount of pain.
I no longer feel like someone is prying my knee apart with a Buick.
My knee is getting worse. Soon I will need a cane, then crutches, then a scamp, then Sarah will catheterize me and strap me into a wheelchair.
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I woke up this morning with the same sort of knee pain from two years ago. Then, I woke up in the middle of the night with the pain at a level of eight or nine on a one to ten scale. This morning I woke up with it at a two or three, but since arriving at work it has escalated to a glorious five or six.
I left the dental office with another scheduled appointment in three months, another new toothbrush, more dental floss, and a second, specialized, supplementary toothbrush.
“You have a very strong tongue,” I was told. Whoa. “It’s pushing your toothbrush so that you aren’t brushing well enough on the insides of your lower teeth. I’m only telling you this to save you from future dental surgery.”
Good to know. Wait — future dental surgery?
I received an email today:
Hey John
I have attached the sketch, If there is anything else I can do let me know.
Thank you,
Clint
To the best of my knowledge, I’m not in the market for retaining walls for my apartment, but I replied anyway, in my characteristic style. I await his response with baited breath.
I haven’t posted the last batch of doodles because I don’t know that people really want to see a post with twenty insane drawings in it pop up amidst their feed reader. While on one hand I post entirely for my own benefit, I hate to grief those people who take it upon themselves to follow my meandering rambles. That said, there is doodle news — no, I didn’t win a weekly thing or get posted in the Weisman, but I did get an email:
[We] were wondering if you would be interested in doing an
illustration for one of the stories for the finals issue… it would be
about Bruininks.. more information to follow if you are so inclined.
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I called Onestop and managed to keep from any sort of histrionics. Their verdict was that I got boned, and it was the mistake of Onestop/financial aid, with the caveat that I “applied for the Regent’s Scholarship late.” Right. They couldn’t figure that stuff out in time for spring semester or any time sooner in the nine months since I received money last fall. As a result, I won’t be taking any classes this summer. I might, however, take classes that I can transfer back to the U. I don’t know, but I’m still livid over the misinformation.
Notice of Student Financial Aid Repayment
A recent review of your financial aid packaging has resulted in a reversal of the following financial aid types(s) and amount(s). This reversal of financial aid has been posted to your student account and can also be viewed at http://onestop.umn.edu/onestop/ and then click on “Student Account” under Quick Links.
05-03-2008 Fall 2007
05-03-2008 Spr 2008
I understand that borrowing this money was not completely necessary, and that I would have been responsible for paying back the (not insignificant) amounts at one point or another. I haven’t spent it all, either. I tell you what, though, without that great big padding, I wouldn’t have made it through this year of classes. One big push. Just do it, and damn the torpedos.
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