I have been kick boxing since September (ish) ... I have been dieting since November of 2009. Not - dieting - in the clinical sense, but dieting in the sense that I'm watching what, and how much, I eat. As well as the time of day in which I am eating. Since 2009, I have lost a few sizes (yes, a few) and since adding kick boxing to the mix, I have lost one more (at least) and "the number" is finally going down - slowly, but yes, it's going down.
That being said ... I have a bad knee. I've ALWAYS had a bad knee, and I have been very careful with it thus far. That all changed this past Wednesday.
Let me back up a touch - in January I came down with a sinus, and double ear infection, as well as a raging upper respiratory infection. I was super sick, and missed 6 weeks of classes. In that time, Emily was sick, and the weather forced the studio to close as well. Keep in mind, I go - one time a week, one hour per class. And I LOVE it. I haven't felt this good about myself, since I was a kid. Seriously. Missing 6 weeks, I was afraid to get back into it, for fear of over doing it and hurting myself - or making my respiratory infection worse.
I did GREAT! I stopped a few extra times to catch my breath, and rest myself - but made it through 100% of the class, and felt great after class. The following week I did better, and each week there after I've done better than the last. The week before last, Emily had a fever of 103 - so I took her home, and we both missed class. I took her to the doctor, got her on antibiotics, and she's been fine ever since.
Fast forward to Last week ... 20 minutes into class, I'm feeling great - haven't had to slow down, or stop yet. 30 minutes in, still doing great. 35 minutes in, AWESOME! I'm rocking through! 40 minutes in - still kicking ass ... 45 minutes in - SNAP. Oh Shit. Try to get through the set - and I have to stop ... shit shit shit. Sit down, and grab some water - Shit. It's already swelling.
Shit.
45 minutes in. I knew what I did the *second* it happened, and I knew it was going to be a painful mistake.
Wake up Thursday morning - swollen knee. Come in to work, do my thing - keep it elevated (as much as I can) - and ice it when I can.
Wake up Friday morning - text from Dad - stay home, ice the knee, it's nasty out. Mike decided - we're going to the doctor. My mom was of no help to me, completely on Mike's side here (SUCK!!!) so as we're getting ready for the day - the following conversation unfolds.
Mike: I'll bet you tore your meniscuuuuuuussssss
Amy: Um, do you even KNOW what a meniscus is?
M: Yep, it's the main big muscley thing in your knee.
A: Uh huh. I didn't tear my meniscus, if I did, I'd need surgery - and I'd be screaming in pain right now.
M: NOT ALL meniscus tears need to be surgically corrected you know.
A: Okay Dr. Spock - get her dressed while I take a shower okay?
Fast Forward - we dropped Em off a school, and headed to Seacoast Redicare. Find out they don't accept my insurance, and call my regular doctor. Now, I have an appointment at my normal doctors office, and a little time to kill.
A: Hmm I've never been into The Cozy Nest. I wonder what it is?
M: I was going to take you to the Sprint store to fix your damn texting, and take a peek inside Blockbuster.
M: I was going to take you to the Sprint store to fix your damn texting, and take a peek inside Blockbuster.
A: Well, we only have a FEW minutes, so ... is there anyway we can do that AFTER the doctor?
M: I really wish you would have taken the later appointment (as he drives into the Cozy Nest parking lot - SCORE!)
After browsing around and making some selections - it was time to hobble to the car, and head to the doctors office.
Mike drops me off at the door, so I don't have to hobble far. I check in - and realize I have to pee. Now, if you know me, and you should - you know I don't pee in public. There are very few places - with the exception of my office, that is acceptable to me. That includes friends houses (I'm SO sorry, please do NOT be offended) and even my families houses (though - I'd always pee at my moms house - cuz - well she's my mom I KNOW it's clean!!) - that being said, I had to go - very badly. SO I did - and the minute I went in, I realize the lock doesn't work ... I'm already in there, so I can't just - walk out - because now my body knows it's time!!! So I do the squat, and get ready to grab the door pose - and in the process realize "Shit, that's my right knee closest to the door, yeah that's bright Amy" ... they call my name. I'm in there, maybe 5 minutes - because now I'm terrified someone is going to come in mid-stream ... so I jump up, wash my hands and bail. Still having to pee BTW.
All that aside, you totally needed to know that part - because - well the next part wouldn't be as funny.
So we go down the hall to the little exam room - the nurse takes my temp, bp and makes me stand on a scale (Down 3 more pounds since the last visit to this drs office -- WOOHOO!!) and says the dr will be in. A doctor whom I've never met, seen or know. Great. HOWEVER - he's the ortho guy, so it's a plus. (Now remember the conversation about the meniscus, and me having not peed - got it? Okay, on we go)
Dr. Cole comes in - greets me, introduces himself and asks what I did -- I explain, and (while sitting & with the LEFT leg) demonstrate what I did - and told him the second I did it - I knew I hurt myself. I got up on the little table-y thing and away he goes. Bending, poking, squeezing, pushing, prodding, stretching -- I didn't know I was so damn bendy -- all while I had to pee. Thanks Dr. Cole! (see, not as funny right!?)
Dr. Cole: Okay, so I think I know what's going on here.
Amy: Lay it on me.
Dr. C: You have a slightly torn meniscus.
Amy: ::points at Mike, who is giggling like a school girl in the corner:: SHUT IT - just f&^%ing shut it.
Dr. C: HOWEVER - it's not a "classic tear" because your complaints aren't the same as someone who has completely, classically torn their meniscus.
Amy: Alright, sooo what does that mean.
Dr. C: At this point, I don't think surgery is necessary.
Amy: ::again points at Mike who is now uncontrollably giggling like a school girl in the corner:: Zip It Paco, You're an ass
Dr. C: I'm prescribing the RICE method to you, along with some ibuprofen (or advil) two tablets, twice a day, whether you think you need it or not. I'll give you some vicodin to take at bedtime if the pain is to much - and if you decide the muscle relaxers you have at home work better - please call and I'll get you some.
Amy: Okay, so -- Kick boxing is out then?
Dr. C: :::Blink Blink Blink .. Blank Stare::: Um I'd say so - for a MINIMUM of two weeks - and no, I'm not talking the remainder of the last class, and one more, I mean 2 full weeks from today, that's 14 days - April 15th - if it's no better, you're to come back and get an MRI to see how far the damage may be.
Amy: Shit. Thanks Dr. Cole. (under my breath, for nothing)
Hobbling out to the front desk, I can hear Mike snickering - the bastard was right, twice! Grrrr.
SO. For the next two weeks, I can't kickbox. Damn It. DAMN IT ALL.
I'm supposed to be "Resting, Icing, Compressing and Elevating" my leg. yeah. Not so Much.
PS ---- Funny tidbit.
This morning - Emily walked over to me - stopped about 10 steps away, and then started LIMPING back to me ... hobbling and with an over exaggerated limp.
Emily: *sigh* Momma?
Amy: Yes, Peanut?
E: Uhh, I hurted my leg.
A: You did? How?
E: *sigh* I fink I tored my iscus
A: ::suppressing giggles:: no baby, you didn't you'll be okay.
E: But - It's my bad leg, and it hurts. I tored it! I need my princess ice pack
A: Will that make you feel better? Ok - let's go get it.
**SIGH** Kids ;)
All that aside, you totally needed to know that part - because - well the next part wouldn't be as funny.
So we go down the hall to the little exam room - the nurse takes my temp, bp and makes me stand on a scale (Down 3 more pounds since the last visit to this drs office -- WOOHOO!!) and says the dr will be in. A doctor whom I've never met, seen or know. Great. HOWEVER - he's the ortho guy, so it's a plus. (Now remember the conversation about the meniscus, and me having not peed - got it? Okay, on we go)
Dr. Cole comes in - greets me, introduces himself and asks what I did -- I explain, and (while sitting & with the LEFT leg) demonstrate what I did - and told him the second I did it - I knew I hurt myself. I got up on the little table-y thing and away he goes. Bending, poking, squeezing, pushing, prodding, stretching -- I didn't know I was so damn bendy -- all while I had to pee. Thanks Dr. Cole! (see, not as funny right!?)
Dr. Cole: Okay, so I think I know what's going on here.
Amy: Lay it on me.
Dr. C: You have a slightly torn meniscus.
Amy: ::points at Mike, who is giggling like a school girl in the corner:: SHUT IT - just f&^%ing shut it.
Dr. C: HOWEVER - it's not a "classic tear" because your complaints aren't the same as someone who has completely, classically torn their meniscus.
Amy: Alright, sooo what does that mean.
Dr. C: At this point, I don't think surgery is necessary.
Amy: ::again points at Mike who is now uncontrollably giggling like a school girl in the corner:: Zip It Paco, You're an ass
Dr. C: I'm prescribing the RICE method to you, along with some ibuprofen (or advil) two tablets, twice a day, whether you think you need it or not. I'll give you some vicodin to take at bedtime if the pain is to much - and if you decide the muscle relaxers you have at home work better - please call and I'll get you some.
Amy: Okay, so -- Kick boxing is out then?
Dr. C: :::Blink Blink Blink .. Blank Stare::: Um I'd say so - for a MINIMUM of two weeks - and no, I'm not talking the remainder of the last class, and one more, I mean 2 full weeks from today, that's 14 days - April 15th - if it's no better, you're to come back and get an MRI to see how far the damage may be.
Amy: Shit. Thanks Dr. Cole. (under my breath, for nothing)
Hobbling out to the front desk, I can hear Mike snickering - the bastard was right, twice! Grrrr.
SO. For the next two weeks, I can't kickbox. Damn It. DAMN IT ALL.
I'm supposed to be "Resting, Icing, Compressing and Elevating" my leg. yeah. Not so Much.
PS ---- Funny tidbit.
This morning - Emily walked over to me - stopped about 10 steps away, and then started LIMPING back to me ... hobbling and with an over exaggerated limp.
Emily: *sigh* Momma?
Amy: Yes, Peanut?
E: Uhh, I hurted my leg.
A: You did? How?
E: *sigh* I fink I tored my iscus
A: ::suppressing giggles:: no baby, you didn't you'll be okay.
E: But - It's my bad leg, and it hurts. I tored it! I need my princess ice pack
A: Will that make you feel better? Ok - let's go get it.
**SIGH** Kids ;)
2 comments:
Love this post. SO sorry for your injury but, makes for a really funny story.
Right? LMAO .. I look like such a tool, hobbling around - whining about kick boxing. not the possible surgery - oh no - not the possible MINIMUM 6 week recovery time - nope, the freakin' kick boxing!
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