Shoulda known better. The day after Christmas we commenced Project "Rip the Whole House Apart". We
stripped out the carpet and the linoleum in preparation for laying down Pergo. I spent a couple of
days crawling around on the wooden subfloor pulling out three carpetings-worth of staples. And my
right knee promptly assumed cantalope-like proportions. Now I've had this happen before and it's
always been crawling-induced. The last time it happened was about 4 years ago, after chasing my kid
through the tunnels at TumbleDrum. So I wrapped it, iced it, elevated it, consumed mass quantities
of ibuprofen. And waited. No improvement. Saw the orthopod last week. "Oh yeah, that's a swollen
knee you've got there. Lots of inflamation. Ice it, keep it wrapped (here's a knee brace), take
ibuprofen. You can exercise as long as you wear your brace. Walk, ride your bike... No aerobic
crawling, though. Come back and see me in a month if it's not better." "A MONTH?" "Yeah. When you're
over 40 it's normal for healing to take longer." Now I know it's only been a week and a half but
it's not really improving. Still squishy, still sore. My stomach is burnt to a crisp from the
ibuprofen. And the damned knee brace literally left bruises after a 4 mile ride around the
neighborhood (and yes, I had it on exactly as demonstrated by the doc). I'm suffering from major
trail withdrawal. AAAUUUUGHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah I know, I know.
Can I get an order of cheese and crackers with that whine?
Kathleen