The patient...

I went to the appointment where I was the subject of interest, or rather my knee.
It was definitely an experience and not for the faint hearted. But it was very interesting and useful to actually hear their discussions even though some words could've been a completely different language. 
I come in to a room with 25 magical students give or take, In my PJ trousers of all things hahahha White with polka dots in purple and brown, fabulous :-)

To my relief I see a familiar face in the crowd. It's the man who I have been wondering about ever since the injection. It was the doctor that has normally been taking care of my situation but gave it away I thought, it turns out he is like the assistant of my actually surgeon.
But even so, he has been the person that I have put my trust in.

Ok, so it takes a lot of mental strength for me to allow someone to examine my knee, this is a torture. So why did I do this you ask? Well my doctors were stuck, so what better way to find a new path than new fresh minds. And 25 of them.

There was only one student who stepped up to do an examination. I was blushing having all these people looking at me, me explaining how it all happened and got to this point.
All through this the teacher was tough, he would question the student decision and then he decided to show everyone how he conducts the actual examination. 
During every moment of which they had to move my kneecap, my friend in the crowd kept his eyes on me to ensure me that I'm ok, he has seen exactly how scared I get when they do this. Because it feels like they're just going to push it out of socket. They do this to determine at what degree it dislocates. 

After something like 30 minutes of open discussion about me in a third person, I am told that I most likely will need an operation.
I am also told I was born with a defect miss shaping the the kneecap or something. So that is also a part of this big mess.

It did end up giving us new ways about this, and also my MRI scans will be sent to specialists.
But i have to say the best part was to see my doctor again, or well, the assistant of my doctor I guess.
And I am so grateful he was there to keep an eye on me.
He assured me that I am in good hands with this new doctor of mine, but that he does some big shoes to fill :-D hahah 

I thought having a clear path would make me feel happier, but now all I can think about is how can I afford surgery, I can't work for sure during a period after, how will I be able to afford that.
If I can use holiday days, then will I have enough left to go home for a visit?

Anyway, I am very proud of myself for going through this thing, it will help me but also it will have helped them. You can only learn so much from textbooks. And these are people that will operate on others. 
They need every learning opportunity available.

That's it for me, time for bed.

Nite Nite.