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A tuneup with a side of Percocet, please

As part of her holiday To Do list, Daughter had an appointment with her knee surgeon for her one year post op assessment.

Assessment revealed a strange clicking sound and minor discomfort that had begun about Thanksgiving. Which then necessitated an MRI. Which then resulted in surgeon thinking it best to 'go in with a scope, clean things up, take a look around and deal with a pesky meniscus while we're at it.'

Said cleanup occurs very early tomorrow morning. Daughter is in good spirits and in fact has professed relief at her surgeon agreeing that something was a little wonky in that ol knee.

So, today I'm at the office until I can no longer focus (which I predict will be somewhere around lunch), and then I'll head out, stop for a grocery/percocet comfort supply loadup, then head home.

Tuneups can be wonderful, and in this case it is clearly the best thing to do. She's missing a week of school, but has emailed her profs who will certainly understand that these things must be dealt with ASAP.

She's scheduled to return to RI on Saturday, a date her surgeon has said should work just fine.

We trust him. We know she's tough. And we're looking forward to a smooth procedure tomorrow.

I just need to keep reminding myself to breathe deeply. I'm bad at that when I'm worried.

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  1. Thank you so much for the follow! I appreciate it :) Please be sure to let me know what you think!

    Also,
    her surgery will be in my prayers.

    Blessings,
    Caryn
    stylebones.blogspot.com

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  2. Sending you good energy. I hope all goes well tomorrow. Don't be shy with the percocet.

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  3. Ms. Style Bones - You're welcome, and thank you so much!

    Lemon Gloria - Thank you. Percocet helps, definitely.

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