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(Another good word is "drained".)
For those who don't know what that entails: The doctor first sprays the surface of your skin with something VERY COLD. In theory, this process numbs the knee. While it works somewhat, it's only a momentary thing. Just after doing this, the doctor realizes he's ungloved, so he turns away to find gloves that may or may not be in the room. After he finds and dons said gloves, he turns back with an 18 gage needle in his hands. This beastie is not only THICK, but it's somewhere between 2.5 and 3.0" LONG. You gasp, realizing that the numbness, such as it was, has worn off. However, before you can tell him about it, he has a death grip on your leg, and jabs the needle BETWEEN THE BONES AND INTO THE KNEE JOINT. At this point, you're praying he's good enough he doesn't actually jab into the bone itself, because (as you know from past experience) THAT HURTS LIKE UNHOLY HELL. Having lodged said sliver of steel within your anatomy, he attaches a very large syringe to the needle, which twists and moves as he secures it. While you maintain your death grip on the sides of the table, he proceeds to withdraw 80cc of thick, viscous, yellow fluid. You feel it being drawn out, and you feel the joint slowly becoming looser and looser. Detaching the syringe from the needle, he then attaches a second one that contains cortisone. This is to numb the joint. It won't take effect until tomorrow, however.
He then withdraws the needle, puts a band-aid on the puncture wound, says "You cooperated well", and you limp from the room out into the cold misty rain.
And he didn't even give you a lollipop.
Owie ow.
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