Stupid, stupid knee. I’m so freaking tired of hobbling around like an old person. Hell, I know older people who move with more grace than my injured 31 year old frame does. I went back to the doctor on Monday and while my muscle tone is better (score!) it hasn’t lessened the pain nor improved my range of motion.
So what’s it all for? The physical therapy, which is draining time and money, the home exercises, which hurt like hell and also consume my hours. What’s it all for? I still ache, I still have limited range of motion, even after six weeks.
I came home from the doctor’s office Monday and felt more depressed than I have in months. He said he might have to “’scope” me. Meaning cut me open to see why I have so much pain. But if there isn’t anything there to cause the pain, the surgery could leave me worse off than before. Greeeaat. How about we don’t do that.
My only other option is to keep pouring time, pain and money into the ever growing pit which is my knee. I don’t like that option, but it’s the only one I have. It’s not even an option. It’s either do the physical therapy or become truly cripple, unable to exercise or enjoy life. Kinda like now. Damn.
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