HA injections, Part 2: Reality and euphoria both are good and necessary spheres
Well, okay, my 10-minute walk around the block hurt as much as it would have before yesterday’s hyaluronic acid injection. My knees are back to their original pouty selves. They hate cold and pavement all over again, and they communicate their disdain with the familiar grinding pain.
But I’ve had only the first one of a series of three injections, and I remain hopeful that the other two will fill in the cartilage gap and I will experience more enduring improvement. Besides, occasional euphoria is a good thing . Maybe it produces some sort of catecholamines that chemically trigger hope. Anyway, there is no promise that knees spring eternal. Certainly I am no worse off than I was.
And now I’m going to bury myself in tea and Korean.