Sandra Bullock starred in a movie called "Hope Floats." Did you see it? I'm not good at remembering specifics about movies. I just remember she was in it. So was Harry Connick. So was "Gloria"...Gena Rolands, I mean. I just googled that. Can you believe they actually remade "Gloria"? Why'd they do that? Anyway, the fact that I remember 3 of the actors from the movie is astounding. I also remember a particularly moving scene when the adorable daughter wants her daddy...none of this has ANYTHING to do with the fact that I have floating cartilage in my knee. It's just my blog title reminded me of the movie and I blogged my train of thought for you all.
Tomorrow morning I'm going for an MRI. The doctor seems to think I've got a piece of floating cartilage in my right knee. About 5-6x a day, without any warning or provocation, I get sent through the ceiling in agony because something (assume piece of floating cartilage) lands on a nerve in my knee. It's not the type of pain you can grab and rub and make feel better. It's the type of pain that decides how long it will last, how intense it will blast me, and when it will come back again. It feels a bit like what I assume electroshock might feel like. When I'm sleeping. When I'm walking. When I'm sitting. When I'm feeding babies. When I'm playing bass at my kitchen table with Nini and Cathy. Whenever it damn well feels like it. It lands. Right on a nerve. And I twitch, sometimes dramatically. Always with a vocal "ah" or "AHHH" or "AHHHH SHITTTTTTTTTT".
I will keep you posted on the results of tomorrow's MRI. In the meantime, I'm going to visualize hope floating in my knee instead of cartilage.