Some Days Are Hard to Rejoice
This morning I woke up with a sore knee. I’ve never had knee problems so I first thought I had just slept on it wrong. As the day wore on, the knee got worse. So much so, by about lunch time, I could barely walk. Of course, my wife and my mom made me go to some urgent care place near where we were. I’m not a fan of doctor’s offices and usually only go when I have to. This was one of those times.
The doctor told me I had something called Prepatellar Bursitis and it can come and go with little to no pain but may become extremely painful if it gets infected of inflamed. I told him about my weird fluid bubble that appears on my knee sometimes when I don’t run for a while and he assured me it was no big deal and would just stick a needle in my knee and drain some fluid. Uh…no big deal? How big the needle is will determine how big the deal is.
There were a couple more possibilities the doctor wanted to check out before he stuck my knee and asked if there was any inflammation of lymph nodes around my groin area. I told him there wasn’t but he said he wanted check anyway and started messaging my foot. Now, I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty sure the groin area is not near the foot. But I wasn’t about to correct him.
Anyway, the nurse came in with the needle and it didn’t look to bad. It stung a bit at first and wasn’t pleasant when he twisted it around, but it wasn’t bearable. Unfortunately, the doc couldn’t get in fluid out and asked the nurse to bring him an 18 gauge needle. Again, I’m not an expert, but if doctors use the same measuring parameters as everyone else…well, let’s just say my mood completely changed. The nurse brought the next needle in and my wife said almost immediately, “don’t look at the needle honey, just lay down.” Are you kidding me? This time around, it definitely hurt. I could tell the doctor was not going to give up until he found some fluid when he started twisting and pushing and squeezing my knee to try and get some out.
That was probably some of the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life. And when I think of Psalm 118:24, this day was a difficult day to rejoice.
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