Knee Update

Okay, here's the deal...,

In my neverending quest to figure out what the hell is wrong with my knees, I went BACK to another doctor. Seriously, don't these guys have a clue? Enough.

So, this guy takes x-rays. Lots of them. Hell, I started to glow like Homer Simpson there after a bit. I was thinking we might be on to something. Maybe.

I get back into the room, in walks God( I mean the doc) and he says...,

"Your knees look great for someone with an endurance sport background. Nothing structually wrong."

"Where's the pain coming from then?"

He puts his thumb over something in my knee called a plica and says, "does this hurt?"

"Yeah."

He smiles benevolently and says I have Plica Syndrome. Another overuse injury excerbated by the other overuse injuries.

I think they're all full of shit. But the game goes on. More NSAIDS, more ice, more pain.

This guy wanted to inject me today (the first time I saw him) with steroids. Uh, no thanks.

So, I'm running the Atlanta Half and I guess I'll just keep running. After all, God (I mean the doc) said my knees were "great."

You know they're never wrong.

Ever.