Almost as long as I can remember, I’ve had issues with my knee. I used to say that I twisted it while practicing back-flips in my back yard when I was like 10 or so, but now, I’m not sure if that’s the truth or if that’s what I told myself as a kid to pretend I screwed up my knee doing something cool. What I do know is that I used to practice doing back flips in my back yard–there was a lot of falling over involved– and now I’ve got a bum knee. *shrug* The world may never know the real story.
Anyhoo, the point is, I have a bum knee that’s given me problems. I even had arthroscopic surgery on it about 4 years ago, after my first weight-loss stint (which, by the way, I found out that arthroscopic knee surgery a load of crock after it was done. Luckily it was all paid for by Tricare–the awesome, gold-card military insurance). The surgery didn’t really help, and it wasn’t until after I had my surgery and six-week recovery that I found out that it was one of those things you’re supposed to have done every 6-12 months to get rid of inflammation–yeah, I only had it once, because, like I said, it was a total crock.
Recently, since I lost so much weight again, I’ve had a lot less problems with it. UNTIL today. I was walking down the never-ending stairs from my office (I work on the 3rd story of my building, but each level is about 1.5 real world stories), and my knee snapped. Luckily, I was alone in the stairwell, because I cried out in pain. When I got to the door to the second story, I told myself that I could make it the rest of the way down, because, hey, I didn’t want to be THAT person who takes the elevator down one story. So I suffered and hobbled down the rest of the stairs and made it to my car with lots of face cringing and sucking it up.
Now, it’s all swollen and if I put any weight on it, it feels like I’m getting hot needles stabbed into my knee.
I’m not whining. I’m mostly used to this particular pain. I am, however, probably going to be all “stove-up” for at least a day while the swelling goes down. I have a good excuse to be lazy when it comes to my work out tonight–not so much when it comes to my writing. I should probably write more, but…
Hey! Look at the Corgi!