The Knee Chronicles: The Day The Earth Stood Still on One Leg.
I want to preface this blog post with one statement: I have seen a doctor. I go again on Monday.
Now, please allow me to share a story about an awful 45 minutes of my life.
You are all acquainted with the “Knee Thing” – right? Well, I’ve spent almost two weeks off of my feet. I have been laid up in bed, collecting delivery bags and glasses all over my house. My king sized bed is part sleep area, part catch-all for magazines, food tray, meds, books and remote controls (I have three to manage my TV shrine).
The knee has been okay. I have experienced an occasional swelling and an occasional inability to get comfortable at bedtime but I have always been able to hobble around the house to fill up an ice bag or use the bathroom or alternate between the bedroom and living room televisions. It was after my first week as a shut-in that I decided to venture out of the house to celebrate BFF Bab’s birthday.
I knew from the minute I exited the shower that I was in for trouble. I had spent the entire day pain free but the moment I lifted my left leg (with knee extended) out of the tub – I knew I was in for a hard time as the now familiar twinges of raw pain slightly shook my knee area.
“Maybe this ain’t sucha great idea…”
But I had to go. It was, after all, Bab’s birthday and she is quite serious about celebrating her birthday every year with her girlfriends. Plans were made and these plans promised to be great.
I dressed slowly trying not to aggravate the knee as I slipped into winter boots. I grabbed my cane and headed out the door. It was not easy going. My knee was “twinging” and feeling vulnerable all the way to the corner, but it was nothing that I couldn’t handle. Might I mention that it was also about twelve degrees Fahrenheit outside. But no fear, I was dressed warmly. I was wearing my big fur hat.
“If I can just get to the corner store and the ATM, then I can catch a taxi”
Then I would simply sit at a table for a few hours with Babs and the rest of the girls. I can do this. I walked into my neighborhood friendly corner store, got some cash and headed back to the corner to flag a taxi.
That’s when “Hell Night” officially started.
To be continued…
Tags: achey knees, arthritis, diet and exercise, knee pain, Lynne Jordan, lynne jordan & the shivers, lynne jordan and the shivers, weight, weight issues, women's body image
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