🎃 The Cursed Knee Saga™ Continues: A Disability Pride Month Update

Okay, is it Disability Pride Month or what? Because my body clearly got the memo. The Cursed Knee Saga™ persists, and your favorite cryptid is still limping through it- literally.

We still don’t know exactly what’s going on with my knee. Thankfully, I’ve got an appointment with the ortho tomorrow afternoon. Fingers crossed they figure out what the ER couldn’t during my visit last Tuesday. Here’s a quick recap for those of you following along:

• X-ray: No broken bones (yay!).
• CT scan (no contrast): No obvious fractures, but I’m allergic to the contrast dye, so… yikes.
• Ultrasound: Lots of swelling and inflammation (shocking no one).
• Mystery Fluid: There’s a ton of it just hanging around like an uninvited guest.

Pain? Check. Exhaustion? Check. Chaos? Of course.

Today kept with the now-familiar theme: pain, fatigue, and trying to keep my head above water while the MCAS gremlins stirred the pot. Once a month, I head to the allergist for my Xolair injections. It’s usually a simple routine:

1. Chat with the lovely office staff.
2. Get stabbed.
3. Go thrifting at Savers or run errands.
4. Maybe grab a pretzel or lunch at our favorite diner.
5. Call it a day.

But today? Nope. The Universe said: “Let’s spice things up.”

Medical Weirdness and a Hot Dog Crisis

After my injections, we made a pit stop at Sam’s Club for groceries and a bite. I got about two bites into a hot dog before Babe (aka the Moss Maiden) looked at me sideways. Apparently, I was not hiding how terrible I felt as well as I thought.

Pro tip: If you’re chronically ill and on strong meds, maybe don’t try to “power through” when your body is waving red flags.

• Symptoms: Intense stomach pain, brain fog, trouble focusing, unusually sore injection sites.
• Response: Babe dragged me back to the allergist’s office (thank the gods we were nearby).
• Result: 30 minutes of vitals, mild panic, and watching TikToks together while the staff fretted over me- because I never react like this.

Was it the Xolair? A weird weather migraine? A combo of both? Who knows. The temperature dropped from hellfire 90s to rainy 80s this week, so honestly, anything’s possible.

Home, Rest, and Fried Rice

After all that, we made it home and crashed in bed for a bit. Babe fell asleep. I might’ve too (shh, don’t tell her). Luna snoozed at the foot of the bed like the perfect little spoon-shaped guardian she is.

Dinner tonight was a Frankenstein masterpiece:

• Leftover steak from the Fourth of July
• A medley of veggies on the edge of turning into something spooky
• Cold white rice from the fridge
  → Fried rice magic.

Meanwhile, BJ (the Yard Yeti) finished off the last of the baked mostaccioli from earlier in the week. Everyone is fed. Everyone is home. Everyone is… “healthy.” You get it.

Stay Tuned (and Spooky)

We’ll circle back soon with updates on the knee situation. Hopefully the ortho has answers- and maybe even a fix.

Until then:
💀 Stay safe.
🎃 Stay spooky.
💧 Stay hydrated.
☕ And yes, since Sam’s Club already has Pumpkin Spice everything and Halloween décor out, it is officially Halloween now. You’re welcome.

Love, light, and leftover rice,
–Sky, The Crippled Cryptid

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