Monday, February 1, 2010

Hellfire and Damnation, Day One

Mr. Realist says I need to stop swearing. Fuck that. :)

Nah, just kidding. I am giving up the word 'fuck' for Lent, though. All other curse words are fair game to be used.

Anyhoo...if you're not friends with me on Facebook (do it. do it now), you wouldn't have seen that I have to postpone my Couch to 5K regime. Ya see, last summer, I played beer league women's softball. Second to last game of the year, I overran first (like I was supposed to), and something in my left knee popped. Hurt like fucking sin. Two days of staying off of it made it feel much better, and I hadn't thought anything more of it.

Last week (Monday, maybe?), my left knee started to ache. I figured it was a weather thing (most of my major joints hurt during the winter. Reason: by the time I was 20, I'd played the equivalent of almost 32 years of sports - soccer, basketball, track, cheerleading, pickup softball games in the summer and horse-ass hockey in the winter). It's progressively gotten worse.

This morning? I couldn't put any weight on it at all. Not even on my toes. I dug the crutches out of the closet (definitely got my money's worth out of them when I had to buy them almost fourteen years ago!) and went to work on them, knee braced up.

Called the doctor. Got in this afternoon. Due to the tenderness (you could run slight finger pressure along the medial side of my kneecap, and I'd jump) and the swelling, the practitioner thought it might be an infection and possibly wanted to drain part of it off to send off for tests. Head NP (Janice: I love her. She's the bombdiggity when it comes to doctorin') said she didn't think that was a good idea because while there is fluid, there's not a ton. Sent me to the Lab to get blood drawn (not so bad. I abhor needles) and then over to hospital for x-rays. That wasn't so bad - got to see my friend Carrie, who's now a radtech. I have an appointment with a specialist on Thursday morning. I just hope he doesn't want to stick that six inch needle into my knee.

Makes my stomach churly-churly just thinking about it.

So. I'll keep you'ns posted as to when I actually get to start my C25K. Wish me luck on Thursday, and give one up that the knee heals quickly.

Heepwah, and be safe out there.

Pissed off at the knee,
Mrs. Dreamer

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