A couple Mondays ago, I went to see Baby Doc to get a Synvisc injection in my left knee. I’ve had these rounds of three injections every 6-8months for years in both knees, at least until I got the fake one. One shot once a week for three weeks, no big deal, and I’m done until the pain returns. Cool, right?
This time, I should have been warned when the receptionist made only one appointment for me. Okay, I figured I’d schedule the others when I got there.
So I show up, wearing a skirt to make access to the knee easier. The routine is for me to sit on the side of the table, even though the nurse always asks me to lie down. Baby Doc comes in and makes small talk while swabbing and injecting, then I get a Band-Aid and I go home.
Per usual, the nurse suggests I lie down. I do, knowing the doc will say, “Oh, she doesn’t need to lie down. She’s tough.” Then Doc comes in and says, “Sorry, but you have to lie down for this one, sweetie.” Then he comments that he’s using the Synvisc 1, which gives you three shots in one.
Consider this: the joint space is limited, and just one injection makes it feel very full. WHO thought doing a triple shot at once was a good idea?
He injected . . . and injected . . . until I thought my knee would explode. “Oh, my God, it was terrible. There was cartilage and motheaten bone everywhere!” Finally he finished the shot, and I got the Band-Aid and the okay to go. I stood up and almost slithered to the floor.
Once I had my balance, I hobbled to the waiting room to check out, where I realized blood was running down my leg. Well, the blood that didn’t immediately soak into my skirt was running. (Did I mention the skirt was white?)
Call me a wuss, but in the twenty-four hours it took the pain to go away, I decided I’d much rather be a 3-shot girl.
Unless the next one comes with narcotics.