Well, this is it, I suppose. My “new life.” And they expect me to eat? Eat?????
I got weighed today. The edema is gone. Of course. I starved it away. The edema is what stopped me from running in the first place, and got me so mad that I walked 14 miles a day and ended up with this injury. But I am 12 pounds less than what I was the last time I got weighed. My doctor isn’t pleased. She said the absence of edema isn’t the only culprit, that my lack of nutrition is the other. Well, yeah. I confessed that being injured for a month hasn’t exactly inspired me to chow down.
I came home and took a nap. When I awoke, I found myself in tears. Just like that. Weird.
Not only am I dealing with the inability to walk without a mobility aid (cane or crutches) but I experience pain–just about every day, sometimes for most of the day. Sometimes, the pain is very bad. Usually, it isn’t. I take Aleve daily. I also took Ibuprofen on top of that, but my doctor told me no to. So I have stopped. After another week, I won’t be able to take Aleve anymore at this high dose. I might still need it. But medically, it won’t be safe to use it, because of potential kidney damage. Never mind that it could cause stomach bleeding.
The orthopedist with whom I spoke said the pain would clear up in two weeks. That was a week ago. I don’t see much improvement….Maybe it will be another two weeks from today…. He also said that riding the exercise bike would be the “best thing for it.” Well, apparently not. I am either in pain while riding it, or in really bad pain several hours later. So I’m not going to ride the damn thing again. It puts too much pressure on my leg while my knee is in a bent position. Some of the exercises hurt as well, the ones done with bent knees. So I’m stopping those as well. I’m just not ready.
“No pain, no gain” is bullshit. My therapist says that pain is the body’s stop sign. There is a difference between the muscle fatigue that you get from a good workout that tells you that you are building strength (and that your muscles need a rest before you go at it again) and joint pain. I agree with my T about that much.
What I didn’t agree with her about was her statement, “This is a good thing, because it forces you to slow down.” Well, that is bullshit. I am only 53 years old, not 85. It is not time to slow down. It is my body, and my choice when to slow down, not hers. I am being forced by outside circumstances to stop, not by my own desire, not because I am tired or finished in any way. After all, I was about to run a race when this whole thing started up! So I told my T that I was angry about what she said, and she apologized, and acknowledged my opinion.
There is absolutely nothing good about this injury. Nothing. Well, one thing: the one upper-body strengthening benefit of using crutches for–yes–it’s been a month now. Other than that, no, no, nothing good about being injured, being in pain, being unable to get around without a mobility aid, ending my running, long walks with Puzzle, fitness walks, and yes, my laps around the track at sunrise–for good–no, nothing good about this at all, no advantage, no benefit, no money to be won, nada.
It doesn’t even give me more opportunity to write. I had just as much time to write before. I am so damned depressed now and writing comes with such difficulty. It took me hours before I could get up the motivation to write this entry.
I do have one activity that is helping me cope right now. Knitting. I have used my knitting to help pass that time that I spend unable to do anything else due to pain or depression. I find it distracting and it engrosses me. I am working on a hat for a friend that I e-mail. I take comfort that I have a few friends left.
Sometimes, I am able to walk the distance to the gym using my cane. So I walk to the gym, and do mostly strength training for my upper body. Yesterday, I used the triceps pull, set it at x pounds (just over what I weigh) and pulled up my body, and held myself up off the floor like that, my fists by my ears, elbows by my chest, just hanging there as if I was hanging from the gallows, swinging back and forth a little, and held this pose, just hanging and hanging, then let myself down, and realized that not too many people, even people who work out, can do this. I couldn’t do that before. When I came home and it was time to shower, I took off my shirt and examined my shoulder and arm muscles. Yep, they’re there.
I might be lame, but I am strong. Just you wait.