I have regaled you all with tales of the fucked-upedness of my knee (and my ankle, and my hip, and my pelvis) and the Very Painful Therapy that restored it to a state of pain-free functionality. Oh, I was so happy to be free of pain. So thrilled. I hired a personal trainer and started with the serious working out.
But just because you’re free of pain doesn’t mean you’re healed.
I forgot that, and last weekend, I put down a new floor in my kitchen. This obliged me to spend a great deal of time either on my knees or bending over in a semi-crouch. And that put stress on my knee and on my hamstrings, which got veryveryvery tight because of course I didn’t think of what I was doing as exercise, so I didn’t stretch. Within three days, my knee was in some serious pain because of the damn tight hamstrings, and I had to leave work early on Thursday because I just couldn’t sit at my desk anymore. Friday, I stayed home and did research from my couch as I iced the knee. Saturday, on the couch with the ice. Now my back hurts because I’m doing so much sitting.
The good news is that the ice and the stretching/strengthening exercises I’m doing have helped — though the bad side of that is that it will take a few weeks to get back to being pain-free. In the meantime, it’s back to limping and having trouble negotiating stairs. Junebug only got about a 200-yard walk this morning because I couldn’t make it around the block (the pain is less diffuse now, but more intense at the kneecap, which was fucking me up). This not being able to walk is kind of getting in the way of doing the moving around I need to do in order to heal.
Aging sucks. In a couple of weeks, I’m going to be 38, and I really hope this isn’t a sign of things to come.
At least I’m catching up on Battlestar Galactica.
And the floor looks fabulous.