Just my freaking luck

I'm not a happy camper after going to see the doctor today. Yes, I know, most people would be really happy that they didn't have to have some sort of procedure or surgery done, but not I.

First off, Myles and I got there a few minutes early...the appointment was at 2:00. Then we proceded to sit in the waiting room until 2:35 until someone finally came to get us to go into the exam room. Once we got in there, tec guy/nurse whatever asks me a bunch of questions and then leaves. Then the doctor comes in about ten minutes later, and asks me all the SAME questions. Dude, the other dude just put them in the computer and they're on the paperwork in front of you. Not sure if I want you diagnosing me if you can't even READ. For serious.

So he brings up my MRI on the computer and Myles and I look at it. Yes, we see the big white abnormal thing. Only problem is, it's not on my knee. It's above my knee on the lower part of my thigh bone. Oh, and guess what? It's in the bone marrow and has very sharp, difinitive edges. I forgot what he called it, but basically when I was a fetus and everything was forming, a piece of cartilage got mixed in with the bone and stayed there. It's actually not anything at all, doesn't show up on an x-ray and has absolutely no effect on anything. So, there is no benign, abnormal growth.

Matter of fact, there is nothing. Nothing at all.

He said my knee looks excatly as it should look. No procedure to be done, no surgery needed, nothing. When he told me that, my eyes teared up and I about started crying in the exam room. I know it sounds funny that I wanted to cry because nothing was wrong, but anyone who knows me knows that I've been through physical therapy for this about four or five times, and it's never helped at all. I've been going through this for about ten years now, and I'm just plain tired. I've been to sports doctors, specialists, orthopedic surgeons...everything. And none of them have an answer.

This time, I thought it would be different. About a month ago, my knee started clicking. Every time I squat or go up stairs. And this is a problem, seeing as how I live in a two-story house. *sigh* I thought they would find something they can fix so i can finally be done with the pain and the annoyance and the frustration.

At one point, I looked at him and said "So you're telling me there is medically nothing you can do for me and I just have to deal with this for the rest of my life? (the clicking)". And he actually just looked at me and shrugged. Shrugged. Poor Myles was trying to ask questions, was trying to get somewhere with him, but the doctor basically said any other option we might try to do would be pointless. God love him, my Myles really tried though. I was glad he was there, because I was so upset, I couldn't even think of any questions to ask, but Myles covered all that for me, thank God.

When I got out to my car and Myles pulled away, since he was going back to work, I just sat there and cried. I'm so frustrated with this, and the only solution he gave me was a measly leg extension exercise and to wear a knee brace. *sigh*