I think I mentioned about 2 weeks ago that Mom had hurt her knee at the gym and went to the ER and got a big shot.
Her knee is not getting better, so Mom went to the doctor today. It took a really long time and I had to stay in the crate. Jamie went with Mom for moral support. He said the clinic smelled like rubbing alcohol and old Lean Cuisines. I guess the staff has to eat sometime. But Jamie said it kind of smelled like bad curry in his nose for a couple of hours.
Dr. M. put mom on the table and manipulated both knees. The left knee is the hurt one. Mom came home limping really badly and said that the Dr. thinks she tore her “mini-skis”. I didn’t even know Mom had skis! And it’s not snowy time out yet, so I’m unsure of the whole “ski” thing. Anyway, Mom was worn out from the doctor visit and put her leg up on a pillow and fell fast asleep. Naturally I jumped into bed to guard her. When she woke up, she felt a little bit better, and I got a treat.
So, Mom has to go for an MRI. The VA hospital will call her. Then she has to take some funny pills (Mom does not like enclosed spaces) and go in this tube that sounds like it is being hit with a hammer. That’s how she explained it to me. Then Dr. M. will know how bad the knee is.
I’ll keep you posted!
Woof! Love, Maggie