Thanks to a prescription-grade anti-inflammatory, I’m not hobbling quite as much today as I have in recent weeks. My doc has determined (well, he said he’s 99% sure, but I will still have to get an MRI and see an orthopedist, to be certain) that I have torn my medial meniscus, one of the cartilage pads between my knee bones.

I’m not sure how it happened; there was no particular moment when it suddenly started hurting. It’s been aching for a while, but it finally became unbearable, so I went to see my doc. He did a series of stretches, twists and pulls on my leg, and apparently I winced and cried Uncle at the appropriate times to narrow down the diagnosis.

The medicine helps, but I still feel wary of making any sudden movements, and going down stairs freaks me out a bit … it makes me feel wobbly. Although I’m not thrilled by the idea of possibly having knee surgery, I do feel somewhat validated that I’m not just being a whiny-baby. 🙂