The appointment for the MRI came through today and it's at Chase Farm Hospital in Enfield, which means that not only have I taken the knee to three different hospitals since I fell over, I've taken it to three different counties. Well, two counties and a borough, but who's counting.
The MRI's on Saturday, but I'll have to go back to see the consultant at Barnet General a fortnight after that to discuss the results. The doctor I saw at Barnet thinks it may be a ligament tear - which is what every other doctor who's seen it thought - or a cartilage problem. Like everyone else he did the thing where he said, "And we'll see whether it needs physio, or..." and let his voice trail off before he said `surgery.' I don't want surgery. Not keyhole surgery or porthole surgery or patio door surgery or any kind of surgery.
As for the other stuff, not so bad, but not there yet. *hugs*