Muses

The Doctor is in ~ let the healing begin.

After a rather large temper tantrum last night, I decided to put my purple band back on. So I’m at Day One again with my No Complaining pledge. Can’t waste this post on that…must talk about,  

My knee. 

 Many of you know I hurt my knee terribly beginning of October. Many of you know that I haven’t seen a doctor about it.  (Lots of shaking heads and how could you not have gone to a doctor looks.)  

 
 
 
 
 

Finishing the Disney Marathon last year. My knee was thinking; sure she's happy now but running 26 miles with me is going to cost her.

Doctors cost money and there is this thing ~  

insurance

that we have had major trouble with the last two years. And I have not wanted to race to the doctor to be told that I may never run again. Earlier this week I went into Atlanta to have a birthday lunch with a very dear friend. She knows me as someone who has known you for decades knows you. When she heard about my knee she said, “Hal could see you.”  

Hal’s her husband, an orthopedic surgeon.   

I really didn’t want to bother Hal and I really didn’t want to  bother Hal to hear bad news about my knee. But my friend is a good friend and wouldn’t let up.  

So I followed her to his office. (This hard to do because she drives like a manic and in Atlanta they keep moving things, building things and the trees are so much taller than when we left.)  

But here’s the cool part

We get to the office. Open the door into the waiting room with all the sad people with bad backs, shoulders, knees and faces to match — and walk up to another door.  

My friend opens that door, waves at the front desk people and keeps walking back. Back by hundreds of examining rooms with closed doors, back by other doctor’s offices till we find Hal.  

He seems surprised to see us — nice — but I could tell this wasn’t the best time. He said,”Do you have a minute to wait?” My friend told him no, “Jamie has to head back to Madison.”  

I’m thinking about the poor guy with the bad knee lying in the room Hal was going into – as we head into another room. I lay back and Hal looks at my knee, asks me tons of questions  —  

And in less than five minutes he tells me what he thinks happened…  

Boom. Just like that.

He knew.   

My joint is whole. I just came very close to dislocating my knee cap. I need to do exercises to strengthen my quads. He showed me exercises then said..  

“You probably can start running in a week or so.”

Why when we’ve messed up do we try running to friends, running to self help stuff, listening to tapes, complaining that we have no insurance — thinking we’re stuck?  

If believers,

why don’t we run to God, to his Word and spend time with him. He has the answers. Not well-meaning friends or Internet psyche sites. Like my knee, it’s not going to happen overnight.   

Rehabbing our brain takes work.

And sometimes we still throw temper tantrums. But our Father is waiting. We have free access. It’s so much better to know the truth than to waste life guessing how to fix things. Or worse — running around thinking we’re broken and nothing can be done to fix us. It’s just my lot in life to have a bum knee.   

That’s a lie.   

A dear friend, dragged me to someone who healed  — my mind– about my knee.   

 

  

           

           

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