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The following may or may not help anyone’s bum knee cause. But it is a story I like to tell, and the entree has been provided . . ..
A few years back (maybe 3-4-5) while descending along Mt. Mansfield’s (VT) summit ridgeline in early August I gave my right knee a considerable wrench that resulted in immediate pain. Stopping was not an option, so I continued on and before long the pain dissipated. No further trouble for several weeks, despite a number of ascents (and descents).
But then, on Labor Day Monday, no less, I awoke at 4 in the morning, in my home bed, with burning pain in that knee. The pain did not go away with Vitamin I. Ice packs did not help. Neither did liniment applications. Tylenol 3 on hand as a hiking emergency scrip by my regular doc did not even “touch” the hurt.
By midafternoon I was ready for a trip to the local hospital emergecy room.
The ER doc surmised that at my age I probably had arthritis or a calcium deposit chip floating around in the joint. (Smug kid!) Preliminary X-rays nixed those theories (smug old guy, me, now!), and after a while I was fixed up and sent home with a leg brace, a scrip of something like Vicadin and a referral to an orthopaedic surgeon who has an inerest in sports medicine. The leg brace (immobilization) worked. The dope did not.
The appointment with the orthopaedic guy -- on a Thursday -- was pretty interesting.
After X-rays, Orthodoc pronounced my knees to be in remarkably good shape for a tubby guy my age. No arthritis or significant degeneration of working parts. Whopeee! But the pain still was there, and very real. Orthodoc surmised it might be a case of inflamed tendon, probably not related to my episode on Mt. Mansfield, and said there were two ways to test that premise through treatment with common steriods.
First option was to dose me with tablets. If Orthodoc was right, pain would go away in “a few” days.
Second choice was for Orthodoc to inject steriods directly into the inflamed area, which might provide nearly immediate relief.
The latter would require some of that needle probing business (very unpleasant), but Orthodoc assured me he would “lead” the probe (and injection) with a potent local anasthetic to mitigate the hurt. The followup steroids would begin working immediately, to provide long-term relief.
Best of all, Orthodoc adivsed, if he was right about the tendonitis then the local would provide immediate relief from the searing knee pain I experienced when the joint was unsupported by the brace PLUS it would indicate a nearly 100 percent reliable diagnosis of irritated tendon as he had surmised.
The prospect of knowing immediately what really was wrong appealed to my impatient nature, which desires instant gratification. So I let Orthodoc go at me with that needle, which was GARGANTUAN. Like big.
I’d be a liar to deny that the needle made me flinch some at first, and then some. I could feel it grinding around in the joint as Orthodoc probed, but in truth there was little pain after the sting of the initial prick. A lot of my discomfort, I imagine, arose from just not liking the idea of somebody poking around in there.
Orthodoc did not speak with forked tongue.
When the local anasthetic hit the spot of its origin, the knee pain immediately dissipated and Orthodoc quickly shoved in the plunger to deliver the full syringe of stuff -- with sterioids.
It was like getting whacked up aside the head by a faith healer, (think Oral Roberts).
Almost instantly I could toss away my leg brace, and soon felt good enough to dance gaily out of the examination and treatment room and doctor's office (after doing the insurance be-bop and a little victory hop thing at the front desk). I flirted with the receptionist. The young man -- a son of a dear friend -- who rode with me that morning, “just in case,” was stunned in amazement. I was able to drive home and he learned a few new jokes along the way. After recovering from his fright.
Next day I took off on an 8-mile hike (pretty flat ground), solo, with no problems at all. The pain has not come back after (maybe) 3-4-5 years.
G.