I Need Some Friggin Good News For A Change

On Monday I had a physical therapy consulation with my mom’s old orthopedist. He took a look at me knee, analyzed my results, and threw some statistics at me that weren’t good. What he concluded was:

“Well Jon, dislocating your knee 3 times in 4 months is saying to me that your muscles around your knee are stretching to the point where they won’t tighten back up. You can either go through extensive physical therapy to try to strengthen those muscles, or you can get an orthoscopic surgery so that we can see if there is anything actually wrong with your knee (splinters, tears, etc…..), and to see if we need to actually operate.”

That felt like a slap to the face. Either I do physical therapy or surgery, and either way my entire summer would be “inactive,” or else I’d risk another dislocation and possibly messing up my knee permanently. Obviously I’m going to shoot for the physical therapy before I target any kind of surgery, but nonetheless it’s a little depressing knowing that I can’t do the things that I love to do without potentially ruining my leg.

Already I am enduring the consequence of carelessness being labeled as a “medical liability” by businesses, which in turn limits the kind of job I can perforom, and which also limits the range of jobs available to me. As soon as school lets out for the summer, I’m going to apply for a position as a Marc’s cashier. I seem to have a knack for relating with total strangers, so I’m really hoping (and praying) that I’ll be able to get this job. Also, being well over 17 and still not have a car or license is a real drag, but thankfully enough my bad knee is not on the same leg as my driving foot. The only problem is that my mom doesn’t want to even consider paying insurance until I turn 18, so I can’t get my license until I become of age.

The good news is that I turned in my art project, and that bumped my D up to an A for the 3rd quarter. Also I feel better emotionally and spiritually since that whole fiasco with my grades. Those 9 weeks felt like an eternity, I kid you not. Time seems to slow down so it can watch me suffer, hahaha…. I need to get back into the bible…I haven’t read anything since Phillipians.