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I was up reasonably early this morning (7:45 or so), had a quick cup of tea and a bit of yogurt, and headed out to get my knees X-rayed.
St. Joseph's Hospital was easy to get to, and Yonkers buses take dollar bills. (They don't, of course, take New York City unlimited ride passes.)
The front desk directed me to a general admissions desk, where I gave them my referral form from my GP, and the man commented at least twice on how much he liked my shirt. (I'm wearing a Flying Karamazov Brothers tie-dyed t-shirt.) He then sent me down to radiology, where I did my best to ignore a morning talk show in the waiting room. Not many pages later, I heard my name called, correctly.
The technician and I discussed names and European travel briefly, then I took off my pants and put on a silly hospital gown. (Since he let me keep my other clothes, and given the weather, I should probably just have worn shorts.) First, he X-rayed each knee with me lying on my back. Then he did each one with me lying on my side, and one leg in an awkward position in front of the other. Those were tricky to hold, but fortunately brief.
Thence home and another cup of tea; I should call my doctor and ask when to expect the results. The results will be whether or not my knee pain is due to arthritis; if it is, she recommends anti-inflammatory medicine (which I take sometimes anyway), physical therapy (fine with me), and weight loss (unlikely, given that the regular workouts don't seem to be affecting my weight).
St. Joseph's Hospital was easy to get to, and Yonkers buses take dollar bills. (They don't, of course, take New York City unlimited ride passes.)
The front desk directed me to a general admissions desk, where I gave them my referral form from my GP, and the man commented at least twice on how much he liked my shirt. (I'm wearing a Flying Karamazov Brothers tie-dyed t-shirt.) He then sent me down to radiology, where I did my best to ignore a morning talk show in the waiting room. Not many pages later, I heard my name called, correctly.
The technician and I discussed names and European travel briefly, then I took off my pants and put on a silly hospital gown. (Since he let me keep my other clothes, and given the weather, I should probably just have worn shorts.) First, he X-rayed each knee with me lying on my back. Then he did each one with me lying on my side, and one leg in an awkward position in front of the other. Those were tricky to hold, but fortunately brief.
Thence home and another cup of tea; I should call my doctor and ask when to expect the results. The results will be whether or not my knee pain is due to arthritis; if it is, she recommends anti-inflammatory medicine (which I take sometimes anyway), physical therapy (fine with me), and weight loss (unlikely, given that the regular workouts don't seem to be affecting my weight).