So, the saga of the left knee. You remember, the one that has cost me a bundle, not to mention the journey through the mad house of specialists? Well, yesterday, about 9:30 AM, I am getting ready to take the doggies out for our daily hobble, and I take three steps across the living room, aaaaaannnnnnnddddddd - loud POP! Down I go, my screams causing the doggies to stampede across the kitchen and out the back door, Seems that partially torn medial posterior meniscus thingy I've been talking about decided at that moment to go completely kablooey! Results? Full day of really wondrous pain in the emergency room, sub-par painkillers introduced into system, and sent home with crutches to await Monday and an appointment with the surgery minions, and most likely, surgery before the week is out. Hell, I'm ready to do it RIGHT NOW! Man this thing hurts. Seems a piece of the meniscus (yes, that's right, the explosion tore it asunder,) was chucked into the space between the femur and the tibia, making for a real nice and exquisitely painful blockage. Now, with a rigid leg splint and finely crafted metal crutches, I am the picture of sloth and crabiousity. You know how hard it is to use the bathroom wearing a rigid splint? Don't worry, I won't bore you with the details.
So to get down here to my man cave to write this little ditty, took about twenty minutes to negotiate the stairs, and I expect it will take easily that long to rise again into the full light of day. Well, it's not like I have anything else to do, right?
Well. I believe that is about all I can say about this right now. If you hear atmosphere-shattering screams sometime in the next twenty minutes, it means I got down the stairs more rapidly than the last time. Please call my stockbroker and tell him to sell the StairMaster stocks - won't do me much good now.
So to get down here to my man cave to write this little ditty, took about twenty minutes to negotiate the stairs, and I expect it will take easily that long to rise again into the full light of day. Well, it's not like I have anything else to do, right?
Well. I believe that is about all I can say about this right now. If you hear atmosphere-shattering screams sometime in the next twenty minutes, it means I got down the stairs more rapidly than the last time. Please call my stockbroker and tell him to sell the StairMaster stocks - won't do me much good now.
I hope this suggestion is not too personal.... !
ReplyDeleteWhen I did this and had to wear the stabilizer there was one thing that made using the restroom much easier. Yeah, sensitive subject, but it really helped! We placed an upside down egg crate in front of the toilet so I could lift my leg onto it so it would be even height with my hips.
The "balancing act" is the least of my worries. Its the crutches and hopping on one foot that's difficult. I am unfortunately not a light weight...
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