Well, here I am on the couch - but where are the bonbons? I fear this is a case of ‘careful what you wish for’. Remember when I was gearing up for my MRI of my pinkie last week, I thought I might end up resting on the couch recovering from cyst removing surgery with hands bandaged and everyone else doing my normal duties, ie: everything.
Instead - I messed up my knee. Doing what? NOTHING! Had I not been lucky enough to marry a physical therapist, I would have landed in the ER last night. People, I COULD NOT straighten my leg. Weight bearing - no way! Nightmare.
Coach informed me that people over 40 (Who, me?) are walking around with torn meniscus tissue, and I tweaked one such tear when I, wait for it, . . . . WALKED ACROSS THE FAMILY ROOM.
On Thursday, I walked across the family room while talking to my babysitting buddy, Becky, who came over to watch my crew while I ran Reggie to a doctor appointment. All of a sudden, my knee kind of locked up on me and made me feel like I was going to go down. It hurt like Hell to straighten my leg, but after a minute I was able to straighten it. Becky wondered what the heck I did, ‘Did you bump it on that high chair? Did you twist it?’ I was like, nope. I did nothing!
Thursday night Coach works late, so we barely saw each other. As I climbed into bed, I asked Coach to take a look at my knee. Coach mumbled to me (aka the shoemaker's child): ‘No. Tomorrow.’
Friday morning, my glorious day off, I stopped at his clinic in hopes that he would tell me that I could still workout in the attached health club. The knee was stiff, but I was walking fine. He moved it around a bunch and then told me it was the meniscus thing while simultaneously calling me old. The great news is that he told me I could indeed workout, but that I should just do things without twisting my knee. I did 6 miles on the elliptical. No problem.
Saturday I did not workout because I was going to a National Literary Fest at my Alma mater with Mini. Amazing day, details later - remind me if I forget. We drove an hour and a half, hopped out of the car, started to walk into the building, and my knee went out from under me. I almost fell. Damn.
Sunday I worked out and did a bit more than the elliptical. My knee hurt afterwards and all day it complained. I was still walking - more like shopping: $400 at the grocery, $420 (including my renewal fee) at Costco, boot shopping with Mini at Nordstrom Rack, and finally I drove to pick up Curly from dancing.
Now that it is winter, I moved heaven and earth and a lot of golf clubs, basketballs , lawn mowers, and bikes to be able to park the minivan in the single car part of the three car garage. The former airport shuttle is always in the 2 car garage area but the single garage area is usually a disaster. Anyway, it requires a gymnastic maneuver to exit the parked-in-the-garage minivan. I (no gymnast) rotated and pushed off of my right foot to be able to squeeze out of the slightly open door and scoot between the car and one of Tank’s mowers. That was it - the knee was like ‘No, no! You should not have done that.’
Curly exited the vehicle while on the driveway because no passenger can escape once in the garage. My knee locked up and I struggled to get in the house - all alone. I hopped inside crying. Coach made me a plate of dinner and then invited me into his makeshift office aka the family room floor. The kids gathered around and watched me cry as he forced my knee straight and ‘worked’ on me. I asked them to get my contact case so I could preserve my salt-hating contact lenses.
Coach shook his head. ‘I have been practicing for 21 years and people do not cry like this when I treat them (for issues similar to what I have).’
Tank: ‘Wait, you only practice. When are you going to be ready to stop practicing and really fix people.’ Ah, Tank - still cracking jokes while his mommy writhes in pain with a wet-from-tears face on the floor.
Me: ‘It hurts! Are you sure it is OK to be moving it like that? It REALLY hurts!’ I regularly recommend Coach to other hurt people, but my confidence in him flounders when I am
a victim the patient.
Coach iced it and told me ‘motion is lotion.’ That means I am supposed to keep moving it and keep trying to straighten it. He kept assuring me that it would get better on its own, like a cut finger. Um, I have experience with that - foreshadowing, people. Stay tuned. No MRI necessary.
But I have made friends at the MRI place. They loved my ‘Hey, I might need to hit the bars tonight’ joke last week when I was finally able to remove my wedding rings. I don’t want to wait for it to just get better while I hobble around, I want to be fixed.
I am trying to decide if I should cancel my babysitting peeps on Tuesday. I normally babysit for one guy on Mondays, but sadly his grandpa is not doing well and the family flew to New York over the weekend - so today I ended up with the day off, which made the skipping of my favorite workout class a real bummer. The Tuesday crowd includes a fat baby (no joke here, they feed her sugar cereal and veggies from a can) that I might not be able to haul up the stairs for her nap. Curly has generously offered to stay home from school tomorrow to help me.
A mountain of laundry awaits me. Teenagers version of cleaning their rooms: dump it on the laundry room floor and make it my problem. Coach texted me this morning and told me I could come and see him at his work today, but I know THERE WILL BE TEARS, do I want to cry at his work? Plus it snowed, and I don’t want to drive. Reg and Curly have no school, Reg is going to a friend’s house, Curly has dancing tonight and Coach works late, so I will have to drive at some point.
All this, and still no bonbons!
First, you mention SIX FREAKIN' MILES on the elliptical like I mention going to the kitchen to get my second helping of Oreos. So we don't have that in common.
But I have been doing this workout plan now (strength, HIIT, BS, BS, BS.....) for a while now and it's got me scared because my knees aren't great to begin with.
I will still do it however, with the promise of not having to do laundry if I happen to twist it the wrong way.
I KID, UNIVERSE. DO NOT LISTEN TO ME.
Hang in there, please. I will hunt down bon bons for you.
Oh no. This is terrible. I feel so bad for you. You are in such good shape to begin with and you really work at it...so why is the knee turning on you? I hope HOPE HOPE that it's better today and that it was just having a bad few days. Yeah, I'm not sure that your husband should work on you-conflict of interest and all that.
Also, who feeds anyone veggies out of a can? It's 2019 people!!
I have had the thought in the past month or so to blog/complain about my knees which are occasionally giving me issues and interfering with my workout schedule; but it's nothing near as bad as your issue. I think mine is the ligament or tendon getting caught under my knee cap....if that makes any sense at all. Quick/sharp pain followed with a few F-bombs and then it's better after a bit. Keep us updated.
I am not off of laundry duty - I might fall and injure the other leg while sorting the mountain of clothes I am saddled with cleaning and NO ONE WOULD CARE - it would be all: Hey, do you know where my basketball uniform is? And by the way, what's for dinner? as I roll around on the floor under said laundry unable to get up.
Definitely not a few bad days- a much longer stretch facing me. Unfortunately. I would like to think that I might be able to walk with much less pain in a week - ? I shudder to think of the workout classes I am missing and the flubber that threatens to build up EVERYWHERE.
These people with the unhealthy food - the older brother gets fresh strawberries in his lunch, why the little fruit cups in light syrup for her? She does get a banana sometimes. Veggies from a can? NO!!! The sugar coated cereal just about made me fall over though. Why? How about toast with peanut butter or tried and tru CHEERIOS? The girl groans while she eats like a low guttural moan of sorts. I have been trying to 'splain to her, 'Look, if you are gonna be one of the big girls at school, you really cannot be making the dump truck sounds to accompany your eating. You are gonna get called names.' Not making any progress with that. I might have to video it, because I have NEVER witnessed a baby do this before.
Knees that are complaining: Coach's advice would be to strengthen the muscles around the knee. Use a band around the ankles and walk sideways. Squats, etc. I find f bombs work well, too. As Curly recently pointed out to me, 'Beth does not swear.' Beth is her best friend's mom. Ouch.
I feel so bad for you!! *crossing my fingers this gets better*
Sounds like this little baby is already eating her feelings. Sad.
I work with a great trainer, so we've been working on building muscle constantly and yes, I loathe those sideways walks with the bands-and squats, yet I do them. :)
Even my regular Dr told me at my last check up-this is part of aging, just continue on and try to work through it. But yes, F-bombs help.
Ugh!!!! I'm so sorry! I hope it heals quickly!!
I am pleased to report that it improved greatly today. To think, I doubted Coach. When your knee won't bend or straighten, it is hard to imagine it healing on its own. Still not 100%, but I have hope that it will not require amputation. :)
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