As some of you may have determined, I am an OAMF (Old Ass…..). With that comes some of the consequences of (a) poor choices as a younger soul, and/or (b) wear and tear from choices made as a younger soul, and/or (c) simple poor luck.
In any event, my one knee recently could not decide if the patella was going to wander round and round my knee, or, give out altogether, or, ache either when I walked or when I sat overly long (or both), or, combinations of the above.
So, desirous of avoiding/delaying surgery, I visited my physician, and requested that that worthy send me hence to physical therapy. He did so.
So, approaching 8 weeks later, my patella appears to have resigned itself to remaining on the anterior aspect of my knee, which is nice. The whole “knee gonna give out and leave me in a heap on the floor/ground” thing has moderated, and the aching is less pronounced than before.
So, the following joke appeared on one of the web sites that I peruse from time to time:
“Me, “I can’t see you anymore … I’m not going to let you hurt me again.”
My Physical Therapist: “It was one shallow squat!”
I can relate!
Musings of A Stretcher Ape 
I’m glad you had some benefit from PT. My doc’s solution is naproxen.
I believe the PT Motto is “If you aren’t complaining, we aren’t working you hard enough. If you start complaining, we’ll make you work harder”.
Last time I went to PT, the atmosphere was subdued; a client had a cardiac event…
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“cardiac event…”
Ouch. THAT will sober you up, right quick!
NSAIDS are off the table for me: ulcers and bleeding, not so very fun, ya know!
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No NSAIDs? Yow. So, you use steroidal stuff?
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Nah, Tylenol, liniment, and PT
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