Knee Injury.
Day Three
Another day of trying to not do much of anything. So hard not to be active. Luckily, or is it unluckily, I have nowhere to go today. No excuse to mess my knee up more.
My mom was restless too. When her cancer came back, she would pace around the house. Walking in circles for hours. When she started using a walker, one of us would follow behind her, making sure she didn’t fall. When she couldn’t walk anymore, when she couldn’t really move, she would chew gum. Lots of gum.
Can walk without crutches. Still limping. Still awkward. Seems like good progress.
A stiff knee. A restless spirit. A hopeful soul. A stalled imagination.
Limits. Restraints. Reminders. Recalibrations. Adjustments. Accomodations. A rethinking of goals, expectations, demands.
Look,
I get it.
I
Must be careful not to
Injure myself
Too
Severely.
Yesterday, I didn’t care. Then I believed it was over. Today, I’m not so sure.
Put my bike on the stand and biked for about 12 minutes. Moving the legs feels good. My legs get so still and sore and tight and bored, just like the rest of me.
Gee knee, it’s NOT swell to see you.
After a day of walking around the house and up and down the stairs, both knees are stiff and sore.
Knee status: Stiff, swollen, less painful, awkward, improving. Can bike and walk. Stairs are getting easier. Also can straighten my knee while sitting in bed or on the couch.
Treatment: slow biking, ibuprofen, careful walking, rest, apply ice to reduce swelling, ingest ice cream to reduce swearing, avoid doctor, introduce a measured optimism, sit outside in the sun and watch the latest episode of So You Think You Can Dance live with daughter.