I have had nothing but problems with my knees ever since high school, it is crazy how much sports affect your joints (although I did not realize this, of course, at the time). My creaking knees have always been the joke of my family and I really didn't mind, it is pretty odd when you feel like your knees are constantly a small wrong step away from falling apart on you--especially at the ripe age of 23.
My husband is in the Navy so we have moved around a lot in the last few years and for anyone that has had experience with them, Naval Hospitals are usually the LAST place you go if you ever want real answers. So whenever I would mention to the primary doctor my achy knees or demonstrate the very loud cracking and grinding I feel (and hear) every time I bend both of them, I usually got an "oh, it's normal" or "it's most likely the weather give it time." FINALLY after years of hearing these same half hearted excuses while they checked their watches I got some answers (although not the way I was hoping to).
We now live in Gurnee, Illinois as my husband is stationed at Great Lakes. I, being a simple girl from Virginia, have never had to deal with the hellish polar vortex that encompasses the entire midwest on a yearly basis. I took a spill on the ice late December and I thought I broke my knee or something, I could not walk at all without wanting to scream out in pain. So we went to the ER and thus began this ordeal to finally get my knee up and running again.
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