Nice Pants!

So, I have been having trouble with my knee and have begun injections which could help, maybe, I hope so, anyway. So, I began the shots last Monday and get another one once a week for 5 weeks. So, I'm 2 down.

It's not like they are fun. They have to spay the injection site about 5 minutes (or so it seems) with this stuff that freezes the area. Why? So, they can put a 3inch long needle in it to numb it (this is novacaine, like when you get your teeth pulled). Then they have to wait a minute and they take the real needle and find a spot between the bones in your knee and force this gelateneous goo into your leg (they get the goo from a rooster's comb. I call it chicken fat). So anyway, that is how you get chicken fat injected into your knee.

I have had this treatment 2 times before. Both on my right knee. It worked beautifully and put off the need for replacement surgery for a while. I'm hoping the results are that good this time.

However, I have diverged from my story. Sort of. I thought you needed to know why I was going to the doctor's office.

To make thinks faster, they advise you to wear shorts when you visit their offices. Well, I'm just stubborn enough that I don't wear shorts. I simply always wear attire that makes getting to my knee easy. But today, I was at work when I realized I needed to be able to pull my pants up above my knee or I would have to take them off. I tried, but alas, it would only pull up to about midcalf. That's when I knew I had to change pants before heading for the doctor.

This is what I wore to work. Black dress pants, black turtleneck and a rose/pink tweedy looking cardigan. I began thinking at work about what pants I could put on that would let me pull then up above my knee so I would not have to change everything I was wearing. Then I remembered these black knit pants I have that are rather stretchy, and I knew they were exactly the right thing to solve my problem. So I ran home switched pants and headed off to the doctor.

Arrived, lucky me, no wait, quickly got my shot and was on my way. I was feeling no pain, basically, so decided I'd go back to work instead of going home to rest. I pulled into my parking space, exited my car. Looked down at my feet and realized, OMG! Nice pants, Anne. Yeah, I usually sleep in these pants. Uh-huh. They are my pajama pants. I thought just a minute, then realized that absolutely nobody would notice. So I went right into City Hall. Pushed the elevator button and headed to my office.

This may be the most comfortable I have ever been dressed while at work.