Neeeeeext....

I don't think my new doctor likes me very much... in fact I will probably never see him again. He immediately passed me off to the next doctor.

-He didn't like that I got proactive and got a wheelchair. Told him my leg doesn't support me and it was making the other leg worse. "Why did you get the wheelchair?" My leeeeeeeg doesn't support meeeee....
-Didn't like that I denied physical therapy because it didn't work last time, despite him insisting that all my knee needs is "stronger quad muscles". Hey, can you start a debate with the guy at Stanford? He thought my problem was my hamstring was too tight...
-Didn't like that I wasn't going to fit in the usual "box" of diagnoses. "Well, the more you use the chair, the more your leg will atrophy." I lost most of my strength and endurance while still consistently riding a bike.. until I couldn't ride anymore. "That's not right, you shouldn't lose strength while you're working the muscles." Welcome to my appointment, doc!
-Didn't like that I got upset when he said they could probably fix the labral tear (if I do, in fact, have one) and at least get me some relief. That's a good start, buuuuut....
-And he especially didn't like when I told him if he was going to continue to tell me there's nothing to be done with anything except my hip, then I'm going to request they take off the rest of my leg. "Uh, well, uh.. no one is going to just amputate your leg." Just? It's been 20 years, I'm done. This is a quality of life issue if you're telling me there's nothing "medically" wrong other scar tissue and other evidence from the surgeries.

The appointment recap:
The doctor walks in and tries to confirm I'm there for knee pain, I correct him and call it leg pain.... then go through everything I've been told so far. He asks about injury, I take him back 20 years. He asks about my MRI, then leaves for about 30 minutes to get the report from the MRI place. He finally comes back and says there coooouuuld be a tear, so he's sending me to the doctor that will be able to confirm and do the surgery, if necessary. Then we have that fun conversation about the muscles as he has me walk in front of him... he tries to blame it on the chair, I tell him about riding my bike and subsequent physical therapy. He decides to get an MRI of my lower back.

Aaaaaaaand that was it, I have officially been passed off to the next doctor. And I don't think I made any friends today.. with the doctor anyway, the nurse and the lady that checked me in seemed to like me well enough. And according to the nurse, the next doctor is "really good, and is the head of the department". I'll just hope that's a good sign.

Lumbar MRI: August 27th
Next Doctor: Was the 19th, but now they're sending me a modified appointment because they want the MRI done first.. so probably early September.