The weird knee thing continues

So my knee drained Sunday morning (I believe that is the last time that I wrote. Guess I should have checked before starting this. Oh well).
By dinner time Sunday evening, it was swollen so bad again that I could barely put weight on it. At the insistence of my mother-inlaw, Nick took me to see a doctor. Waiting in the waiting room (it's about all you get to do there) at the Emergency department at the Grey Nuns, I felt what is becoming an all too familiar *Pop* *Tingle*. My leg drained. Sure, right before I get to see the doctor. Great. Now what is he going to check.
So they take me into their fast track. It's now contained in a tent in the ambulance bay. And it's disgustingly cold. You're kidding, right? Not quite.
So I saw the doctor. A little Chinese guy who spoke good English but was completely unhelpful. Something about it being superficial and take Advil and put a heat pack on it. Thanks Doc. Now why is this happening? What's causing it? What can I do to make it stop happening? No answer. You could almost hear the owls hoot. Then he explains to me why its not a deep tissue clot. Duh my calf doesn't hurt and I can flex my foot just fine. I never described either of those symptoms. Or did I just miss it. So he walks away to the next person in there that wants his attention. Did I just see a you-wasted-my-precious-time look on his face.
The conclusion: My knee is still swelling up and draining after hours of pain; I'm carrying a hot heart to work with me every day; I will only go to the UofA hospital from now on. They employ quacks everywhere else.
And the best part, he suggested I stay off of it as much as possible. Duh, it hurts like a Banachy. The commute to work doesn't help. Six blocks to the train station; 4 flights of stairs down; take the train; 5 flights of stairs up; 3 blocks across campus including a walk down a hill; 3 flights of stair up to the office. Do the whole process in reverse on the way home. I may be wrong on the number of stairs but if you count a flight as 10 stairs, then I'm only wrong by underestimating. Off of my knee I shall stay.