Catchup

There is very much I want to write about. I don’t even know where to begin.

There was that funk I was in last month when I was given orders to stay off my feet. I was the last thing I wrote about. Well, a few days later I went to see an orthopedist who gave me a much more positive prognosis. Then, I started seeing a physical therapist a few times a week. A change in medications and a few key exercises and my knee started feeling A LOT better. I was almost in disbelief when thinking about how slowly my knee healed in the first two weeks (before seeing the orthopedist and beginning physical therapy) versus how quickly it healed in just a few days.

Now, I am pretty much back to normal except for some minor pain here and there when I apply too much pressure on it or have it bumped. The bruising on my leg is still ghastly, but I do not care: it’s summertime and will show off my legs if I want to!

Slowly but surely, I will return to running. I am continuing work on the stationary bike, then I should be moving on to the elliptical, then I will start jogging, and finally… I will be running again. The thought just fills me with flutters of excitement and anxiety. I cannot wait! During my last physical therapy session, they had me do exercises with weights and I flew right through them. I felt so proud because before, I had only done static stretches. When I was asked if I wanted to amp things up, I very enthusiastically responded that I did! I was told to speak up if any of the exercises were too much, but they were not. They felt fantastic! felt fantastic!

So currently, I am in a state of happy stupor. I  can squat, I can lunge, I can kick, I can dance, I can jump. I can go on my long walks again. I can start volunteering (walking dogs) again. And, I know I keep coming back to it, but I can eventually start running again!

The excitement is almost too much to contain. It certainly cannot be contained in a blog post.

Have a happy, joyful day!

 

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Oh knee, oh my

I will be seeing an orthopedics physician on Thursday, one that specializes in knees. I need help and I need it badly. I ended up going back to my primary care doctor who told me that I have been doing way too much. He could tell by my bruising, the fact that it was going down my leg and not staying localized in my knee area. He ordered me to stay off my feet.

Come again?

That’s right. I am not allowed to walk except when it is ABSOLUTELY necessary and even then, I MUST use my crutches. What a bother! I feel so inadequate. I hate not being able to help my crew at work. Friday, there were so many little things that I wanted to get up and do. Simple things, easy things, seemingly insignificant things that in reality, amounted to lost time if not done immediately. I couldn’t do them, though. Major suckage.

Beyond that, I hate that I am not able to walk my beloved dog. I hate that I can’t run. No running! And no volunteering. No putting on comfortable shoes and seeing where my walking and DART pass might take me. All the things that make me happy, just taken away from me. Frustration station.

This weekend, I’ve watched a lot of football and cleaned up a lot of my social media sites, including this blog. I am still optimistic that my knee will heal sooner rather than later (although it has already been TWO WEEKS) and that I will be back to my normal, happy life in no time. Meanwhile, I plan to continue blogging, I am trying to take calligraphy up, and I need to study more French. I also need to find modified workouts that I can do without involving my knees. I just cannot let my days waste away. That is the absolute worse.

Trying to stay positive!

Edit: You know you’ve watched a lot of soccer when you’re American and you accidentally called it “football” instead of soccer. Oy.