I had my visit with the surgeon. I was expecting to walk out with a date for surgery and planning how I was going to get the right support. Instead I walked out with another cortisone shot in my knee, a handful of drug samples, and a prescription for physical therapy. It's arthritis and if it's not better in a month THEN I can have arthroscopic surgery to clean out the joint. I kind of freaked out my doc when during the shot I burst into tears from all the frustration. He was clutching my folder and nearly scurried out of the exam room. But I think it was because he didn't know how to handle this woman who was having a meltdown. He is a good surgeon, well-liked in the medical community (nurses have their likes and dislikes -- they're the best judges of docs), and is well-versed in knee injuries (he treated the local high school football team). While I was feeling like I was not getting what I wanted I also understood that if it can be treated without surgery, then the least I could do was try it and if it didn't work then get the surgery.
Thursday morning I woke up pain free for the first time in nearly a month. Hallelujah! By the end of the day all the day's activity had caught up with me and I was in bed before seven pm. No spinning, no knitting, no nuffin.
This morning I was thinking that it was going to be good that I had nothing going on this weekend so I can get some things done. Earlier in the week I had plied some singles I had spun up a few weeks before. It was a test to see if I could treadle with my left leg so I was paying more attention to how evenly I was treadling as opposed to focusing on how I was plying. When I finished and skeined it I was expecting it to torque a bit but to my lovely surprise it just hung as balanced as one could be. I have more to spin up this weekend.