So I went to the gym this morning. I was stretching before walking, and I fell off the end of the treadmill and heard something POP! in my right knee. I was angry, not to mention how stupid I felt, and I wanted to just go off in a corner and cry. I tried walking it off a little, since hey, athletes keep going through pain, right? I did walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes, and when I was done, turns out the yoga class started 15 minutes earlier than it was listed to start, and I missed it. (Yes, still in denial at that point.) Anyway, I talked to the head trainer and showed her my knee -- which was swollen by then -- and she said maybe I had torn a ligament (!!!!!!) and I should use ice and probably see a doctor on Monday. Since I know that my orthopedist's office would never see me if I called Monday morning, once I got home, while I had ice on it, I called right then. The doctor called me back a little later, said that ice is the right thing, probably a torn ligament or cartilege (double !!!!!!) and that when I call Monday morning, tell someone I talked to him and they will see me that day.
Shit.
So I'm mostly off my feet, hobbling with a cane when I get up, and the swelling is down some, although it hurts a lot more when I'm up. In the meantime, I just hobbled out to get the mail, and there was the letter I'd been dreading for years: my regular doctor, whom I've been seeing since the late 1970s, is retiring as of January 1.
Bummer.
Otherwise, things are hunky-dory, eh? Just when it's time to move into the new library, I won't be able to walk. I am reeeeeeally hoping that this is not a surgery thing coming up. Being a total non-athlete, I have no experience at all with this kind of thing. No idea what's coming.
So, how's your weekend going?
