In early November my knee got messed up. Since then, it healed, mostly - before it got all cranky again in like January-ish. It STILL isn't 100% but I'm able to do lunges again and other things my knees don't generally like. Coach is always on standby, just in case.
Not gonna lie, still feeling a bit like the shoemaker's child over here in HEY-COACH-CAN-YOU-TAKE-A-LOOK-AT-MY-(INSERT COMPLAINT OF THE DAY HERE)-LAND. My requests are often met with loud exhale, slouchy posture, an eye-roll, and gritted teeth, - I read these as 'totally eager to help mannerisms', right? Maybe it's just me being over-sensitive.
I crouched down about a month ago to hurry up and gather something that was spilling - I don't even remember what, and being in a full squat, the kind where your butt is almost on the floor as if you were perched in the grass looking for grasshoppers or something that only 5 year olds can pull off, well - my knee screamed over that maneuver.
You know what's great? My knee doesn't like to see me bored, so it will hurt sometimes for a few days or longer, but in a different place or in a different way. Reminding me: HEY, LOTS OF MOVING PARTS HERE, CRAZY WORKOUT LADY.
Other ailments, because that's an exciting topic, include a butt issue, glute - is my guess, that's just now finally feeling better. Too bad butt massage was not on the list of legitimate solutions, because Coach would not have complained if I constantly requested a butt massage. The wheels of his mind would start spinning as he'd hope a butt massage might lead somewhere. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
My left glute hurt like a son-of-a-gun, or a pain in the ass. I vaguely remember tripping or slipping on my walk and I think I slightly tore or strained something. I recovered without landing on my duff . . . full of grace and poise, of course. Grace and poise had nothing to do with how much it bugged me to walk a step, let alone 4.5 miles a day. I think that issue lasted about 5 or 6 weeks. I don't feel like someone is stabbing me in the left buttocks with each step anymore, so I got that going for me.
I've had tendinitis recently as well. My left ankle, up my shin to my knee lasted for a few weeks. Painful. It hurt even when I was just sitting or driving a car. A constant throb. I texted Coach one day and begged him to bring home his needles. A good measure that this squeamish crazy-person is in lots-a-pain.
Here's how you know you trust your spouse . . . watch him get his needles out, lie you down, and then take out a text book to read up, just a tad, before inserting said needle. I thought he was joking at first, but, um - no.
Coach: (in response to my, WTF is with the text book?) Oh, I just need to review. There's a big artery over here that I don't want to hit.
The needling helped, and about a week later it was as normal as my muscles are ever going to feel at my, um, advanced age.
With days full of working out followed by a few other tasks, by evening I often plop on the couch. Always the same spot. If any of our offspring sit in my spot, they know automatically that they need to move. They used to argue, but since I always win- arguing got old. I don't just sit on the couch. I recline and whoever wants to sit at the end of the couch needs to be able to tolerate my feet propped up on a pillow in his/her lap.
I approached Coach at Christmas. "Let's get an ottoman so more people could utilize the couch." He didn't really want to spend the money, but I looked into it just in case I could score a good deal. I called a furniture store and the lady asked me to send a photo of my family room. She didn't get that my home is NOT full of well-decorated rooms carefully pieced together. She was, well, confused.
I literally burst out laughing, not about my lack of classy decorating, but because she was making this photo request on the very day that I decided to sort the HUGE sock bag of 'missing-matches'. I figured by now a few more might have shown up in the laundry. My goal: reunite them with their mate.
I did take the picture and I warned her before I sent it - but it's downright comical.
Um, all that to say we didn't get the ottoman. We did get a giant beanbag chair for the basement and during over-crowding (like when we're all present and accounted for) someone drags it up from downstairs.
|This is a photo of Coach working on one of Curly's ankles a few months back. In all fairness, the guy assesses people's parts all day long and the last thing he wants to do is more 'parts' when he gets home.|
So I continue to drape my legs across my couch partner, if there are any takers. It's usually Curly. She still likes me. We usually agree to massage each other's feet and shins, etc. as part of our sitting on the couch together arrangement. She is usually sore from dancing and I am usually sore from everything BUT dancing.
Last week, she and I ended up on the love-seat. I believe my family room stint wasn't going to be lengthy and it wasn't worth kicking the kid out of my usual space. The love-seat was tight. Curly and I assumed pretzel-mode. She massaged my feet. Then I massaged her feet. After she was done, I reached out and started to rub my shin a bit. My shin was right under her nose as we were in such close quarters. She swiveled her mass of curls at me and asked: WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO RUB YOUR LEG NOW TOO?!
I didn't mean to drop the hint, but maybe subconsciously I did. Then she pointed out her sore calf.
We got scolded by our fellow movie watchers because we were giggling so much at how ridiculous we were. We have turned into mind-readers who massage one another's knees, heels, ankles, foot arches, calf muscles, tendinitis, etc.
What can I say, shoemakers' children need to stick together.
If you don't live with a physical therapist or a 12 year old masseuse, tell me - how do you get by? Or admit to me: would you have texted those pictures showing the sock sorting project or skipped it? Don't be shy.
ANNOUNCEMENT: I've decided to post something this Friday (and the occasional Friday in the near future). If you met me in person this would make sense: always so much to talk about. Just ask Kari. Do you prefer I post Mon, Wed, Thursday when I have an extra something to say, or Mon, Wed, Fri?
Hope you'll visit.