Photo: Mike McCall, Flickr Creative Commons
As for my doctor, he may have been brilliant when he was diagnosing a form of asthma that I have that isn't triggered by exertion or stress like the kind my dad has and you see in the movies, but a kind that is triggered by illness or allergies and explained why I had bronchitis at least twice a year as a kid, but he's obviously not in sports medicine. Having recently read that article about radiologists and the dancing gorilla, I decided against telling him my personal diagnosis. I told him I had researched it and had a pretty good idea what it was, but he didn't ask and I didn't want to bias his examination just in case I had misdiagnosed myself. He never mentioned ITBS even though it's one of the most common running injuries and my symptoms match. He suggested a torn meniscus. He did rule out an LCL injury by testing the joint stability. He sent me for X-rays to check for a stress fracture even though he was pretty sure that wasn't the problem. It would just save the need for an MRI if that was the problem. I ended up having an MRI in the back of a tractor trailer because I live too far from civilization to have easy access to an MRI machine that doesn't travel around like a carnival ride. The MRI showed some signs of degeneration in the joint, a slight loss of cartilage, but nothing unusual, the nurse said. I know my knees are kind of shitty. Something happened to them back when I worked at the newspaper. I don't have the pain anymore now that I run and have lost a bunch of the weight, but they still creak and pop and I don't feel comfortable doing squats. I know that part and know the running knee pain didn't have anything to do with that, but whatever.
On a related note (me getting old and all), I think I'm starting to get retarded. I recently used an apostrophe to make an plural noun on Facebook and I used it's instead of its in the previous post. This is unexceptable**.
I may be missing the Publix Georgia Marathon Sunday, but I'll be on the bike instead. Like I've mentioned before, the ITBS never bothered my knee. I could ride for dozens of miles with no ill effects but couldn't run a dozen steps. I got my money back for the missed marathon thanks to having purchased the registration protector, and my son and I will be riding a bike century near my house Saturday. We're probably signing up for the metric century and I fully expect him to bail around mile 20, but since he'll be in the Weehoo, he may last a little longer. He's taken naps in that thing before.
*I don't really blame Mickey. It's just funnier than blaming myself.
** In case you're stupid, that was intentional. It's part of the joke, pendejo.