So I told you I was sick and got better, right? Oh yeah. Here.
But I didn’t tell you about the drama.
Here’s the scoop:
After flinging myself in bed Monday and parking myself there until Thursday (I was so sick I couldn’t even watch anything!) I started to panic I’d never be able to move again. That’s when I remembered my new knees. Uh oh. No physio for days. All I’d done was sleep. And I was right to worry. Everything was super stiff. I couldn’t extend or bend my legs. So much for all that hard work. Just gone. PANIC #1.
So I hopped up and started forcing my knees to move. Squats, lunges, and stairs, oh my. A lot of bending. Even some kneeling.
And then I went back to bed because I was still really sick. And when I woke up it felt like I had smashed my kneecaps with a hammer. I couldn’t walk. So much pain. I started to imagine I’d broken my new knees and I’d have to have surgery again. It’s not unheard of. A friend fell on the ice on her new knee and had to have a second round of knee surgery. I wondered if I’d have to wait for this now-needed (in my head) second surgery. I wondered when the surgery would be. Should I move any of my research travel? PANIC #2.
Finally, I took a deep breath. I took a few painkillers. I gently stretched my knees through their usual range of motion. I went to bed. They were still sore the next day, but less sore. Day two was more deep breaths and more painkillers, more gentle stretching. It took a few days but soon, no more pain and no more broken knees. Phew!
I went to physio last night and everything is fine. They’re just knees. They’re working. I didn’t break them. So unlike me. So much unnecessary drama. But in the end I’m fine and my knees are too.
