Me and My Knee
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
So evidently my knee pain, which started a month ago and has gotten progressively worse, is not actually knee pain; it's ankle pain, and back pain, masquerading as knee pain. Who knew? Apparently I did something not nice to my ankle, maybe in Zumba, although it is hard to tell in a country where many of the roads are dirt and filled with holes and the ones that are paved are also filled with holes--I spend a lot of time accidentally stepping in holes and almost falling over.
So anyway, I did something to my right ankle, and my ankle responded by turning out and taking my knee with it. My back, on the left side, seemed to feel that my body should be symmetrical, so it responded by pulling the other direction, and taking my knee with it. After a certain point, my knee decided that it wanted no part in this battle, and just sort of gave up.
Yesterday I finally went to the sports medicine place, and had my knee looked at, and by "looked at", I mean that the doctor twisted and tugged and massaged and basically beat me up for an hour. Before I went, my boss told me that she had "magic hands" and one of my students told me that she would make me cry. I asked her which one was true and she said both were. I didn't cry, but it was close at a couple of points. Then she sent me back to work with the instructions to ice anything that hurt every hour on the hour and to come back on Wednesday.
I cannot remember the last time that I have been in that much pain. Walking the two flights of stairs up to my apartment took about 10 minutes and left me gasping. I blew off plans for dinner with friends because I could not face the thought of the stairs again. Ice helped a little bit, but I was miserable the whole evening and finally took a sleeping pill so that I could get some rest.
And today? Today my knee feels really good. Not 100%, but much better. I can stand up without having to push off of something, and I can bend it significantly further than before. The bad new is that I have to go back and see her tomorrow, and I think she's probably going to try to make me cry.