This morning at my annual wellness checkup my doctor asked whether I ever get depressed and I burst out laughing. Frankly, depression would be a totally rational response to the world we're all living in as well as the specific conditions of my job, where ChatGPT is turning everyone's brains to mush and the English major is being marginalized and others keep taking credit for my work.
But no, I'm not depressed, I said. A little glum sometimes, a little angry, a little prone to wondering what all this pain and suffering is for, but I wouldn't call that depressed. That's just life.
The good news is that my blood pressure is excellent, which is surprising since I've gained a little weight, which is not surprising since it's really hard to exercise when my knee screams every time I move, which is also not surprising since I've apparently been suffering from a torn meniscus since (checks calendar) mid-August, during which time the elevator in my building was out of order for five weeks. (All of my classes are upstairs.)
Tomorrow I'll get X-rays on both knees and start the long process of figuring out what can be done to ease the pain of a torn meniscus, which (checks Dr. Google) should have included staying off my feet and elevating the knee rather than walking up and down steps on it for the past two months. Depending on the extent of the damage, remedies run from physical therapy all the way up to knee replacement. But at least my blood pressure is excellent! It's good to have something to celebrate.
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