Bursa

That is the word for the day. Bursa.
Here's what it's all about: "Bursitis is inflammation of the bursa sacs. Bursa are fluid-filled sacs located in the areas where muscles and tendons glide over the bones. The bursa can become inflamed making movement stiff and painful. ..."
So I apparently have one of these. Had been noticing that the left side of the right knee didn't line up with the right side of the left (got it?), because there was this bulge on the right knee. Yet, there was/is no pain so it was a puzzle.
You must first know that I'm prone to hypochondria so bear that in mind. First thing Monday, I called my family practice guy and I couldn't get in until the next morning. Which would be fine for, say, Normal People but not really for those of us who are prone to a) hypochondria and b) wanting answers pronto.
So I went to one of those doc-in-the-box places and they X-rayed it and that's what it is. A bursa, with a touch of arthritis. Good thing I can still ride my bike--because that particular movement is good for it--and there's also an anti-inflammatory she gave me.
Someone should write a book (or maybe just an essay) about the time you spend in the exam room. Alone, studying all the charts and latex gloves and many things made of steel. It's that suspension between when the doctor/P.A. comes in, and leaves to look at X-rays or whatever, then comes back. That period of time (even if it's just five minutes) can be so excruciatingly long.
Because, as level-headed as I can be, my Paranoid Freak side doesn't take long to conjure up words like Tumor. Power saw. Death.
Internet, I turned 40 last November and I'm telling you, things are falling apart fast.