CuongNhuka
Senior Master
I rant of a medical nature to follow:
So, starting a year ago (remember this factoid) my knee has been killing me off and on. It started because I kept falling on the 'hikes' at Boot Camp and MCT. A hike, by the way, is when you go and down steep 'hills' for a few miles. With body armor, a rifle, and a total of 90 lbs. of gear. Anyways.
So, my knee was ok (more or less) until recently. I was going running 2-3 times a week for 4-6 miles at a time. One day (3 weeks ago) I get done with my run and decide I'm going to finish off with a little weight lifting, cool down, yah know? It took a moment for me to realise that the reason my knee looked bigger then normal, was because it was swollen. So swelling, and pain. FML.
So, I stop running until yesterday. My plan is to see Doc and find out whats up. First, a CFT. OK, no big deal. Done it before, and the swelling of my knee will show what I'm talking about. Of course, my left knee giving out four times during the firemans carry made it so I failed. But, I should be ok if I get Doc to sign off whatever to say 'he was hurt, let him redue it later'.
Is Doc there? Nope. Luckily for me, the Navy's Corpsman is here. Her advice? Take pain killers for two weeks, and if it still hurts go to a Doctor. OK, take 5 weeks off from running, hope for the best, and then go see a doctor. FML.
So, today, we're getting thrashed because our whole company basicly sucks at PT and had a sorta high number of fails. During a part where we're sprinting back and forth mindlessly, I slipt on the mud, my knee went 'Nope, screw you', and next thing I know, I'm sliding on the mud. I manage to get up, finish the lap, realise how much my knee hurts, and sit down. Luckily, the Sgt in charge of us figured I probably hurt myself, and let me be.
A minute or two later, my Platoon Sgt walks out, asks me if I'm ok (knowing my knee is messed up). I tell him what happened, and he says 'ok, when you feel you can walk, come inside and find Doc'
A few minutes later, he's having me talk to the Navy's Doc again. She tells me to go see her Active Duty counterpart in a different part of the base. They refuse to see me because they swear that our Doc is in. Turns out they were right.
-later that day-
Doc has me sitting on a table with my cammi pant legs rolled up around my knees. She's standing back looking at my knees. She steps forward and starts messing with my knees. She decides I'm alright, and basicly, didn' stretch before PT. Yep, that explains the chronic problem I told you about. I didn't stretch before PT today.
She gives me an Ice Pack (that barely helps) and some pain killers, and pretty much tells me to go away. I end up in the Supply Office the rest of the Drill (because our Supply Sgt likes me, and knew I was hurt).
I bumped into the Navy Corpsman who was dumb founded that our Doc didn't do anything, and dumb founded that I wasn't going to push the matter.
My plan? I'm going to wrap my knee, ice it for an hour a day, and take pain killers for a week (half the time I was told to take it). Then, go running for 3 miles. When my knee swells up like a balloon with a huge amount of pain, I'm going to drive to a civilian doctor, tell him to bill the Marine Corps, and call our Doc and tell her where to shouve it, how hard, and at what angle.
So, starting a year ago (remember this factoid) my knee has been killing me off and on. It started because I kept falling on the 'hikes' at Boot Camp and MCT. A hike, by the way, is when you go and down steep 'hills' for a few miles. With body armor, a rifle, and a total of 90 lbs. of gear. Anyways.
So, my knee was ok (more or less) until recently. I was going running 2-3 times a week for 4-6 miles at a time. One day (3 weeks ago) I get done with my run and decide I'm going to finish off with a little weight lifting, cool down, yah know? It took a moment for me to realise that the reason my knee looked bigger then normal, was because it was swollen. So swelling, and pain. FML.
So, I stop running until yesterday. My plan is to see Doc and find out whats up. First, a CFT. OK, no big deal. Done it before, and the swelling of my knee will show what I'm talking about. Of course, my left knee giving out four times during the firemans carry made it so I failed. But, I should be ok if I get Doc to sign off whatever to say 'he was hurt, let him redue it later'.
Is Doc there? Nope. Luckily for me, the Navy's Corpsman is here. Her advice? Take pain killers for two weeks, and if it still hurts go to a Doctor. OK, take 5 weeks off from running, hope for the best, and then go see a doctor. FML.
So, today, we're getting thrashed because our whole company basicly sucks at PT and had a sorta high number of fails. During a part where we're sprinting back and forth mindlessly, I slipt on the mud, my knee went 'Nope, screw you', and next thing I know, I'm sliding on the mud. I manage to get up, finish the lap, realise how much my knee hurts, and sit down. Luckily, the Sgt in charge of us figured I probably hurt myself, and let me be.
A minute or two later, my Platoon Sgt walks out, asks me if I'm ok (knowing my knee is messed up). I tell him what happened, and he says 'ok, when you feel you can walk, come inside and find Doc'
A few minutes later, he's having me talk to the Navy's Doc again. She tells me to go see her Active Duty counterpart in a different part of the base. They refuse to see me because they swear that our Doc is in. Turns out they were right.
-later that day-
Doc has me sitting on a table with my cammi pant legs rolled up around my knees. She's standing back looking at my knees. She steps forward and starts messing with my knees. She decides I'm alright, and basicly, didn' stretch before PT. Yep, that explains the chronic problem I told you about. I didn't stretch before PT today.
She gives me an Ice Pack (that barely helps) and some pain killers, and pretty much tells me to go away. I end up in the Supply Office the rest of the Drill (because our Supply Sgt likes me, and knew I was hurt).
I bumped into the Navy Corpsman who was dumb founded that our Doc didn't do anything, and dumb founded that I wasn't going to push the matter.
My plan? I'm going to wrap my knee, ice it for an hour a day, and take pain killers for a week (half the time I was told to take it). Then, go running for 3 miles. When my knee swells up like a balloon with a huge amount of pain, I'm going to drive to a civilian doctor, tell him to bill the Marine Corps, and call our Doc and tell her where to shouve it, how hard, and at what angle.
