Friday, November 11, 2011

Letter of Intent

Foursons
Time to hook up with Julie at Four Sons to get everything that bugged you this weekend off your chest!


Dear bilateral femoral-tibular articulations knees,

I know I abused you when I was younger.

I know I asked way too much of you from junior high on.  You told me, pretty vehemently to lay off in seventh grade when you both revolted and I ended up with both of you swelling up like water balloons.

I laid off.  I strengthened my quads.  I learned what I could and could not do.  I learned how to avoid the water balloons.

Oh, on occasion, I would forget and do something stupid, but for the most part, I took good care of you as I got older.  Even when I took up soccer at thirty, I tried to look out for you.  You'd give me a reminder once in a while, just to let me know I might be pushing it too hard.

I got it.  I paid attention, I took care of you.

So what's with this?

One little 5K on a dirt road and you laid me up for weeks.  I tried working through it.  I ate handfuls of ibuprofen.  I slept with ice on both of you.  I quit trying to work through it.  I laid off.  I didn't go to the gym; I only wore good shoes.  I behaved.  Even when I didn't want to.

Even El Poquito Diablo got worried.

You relented.  The swelling went away, the pain subsided.  I breathed a sigh of relief and eased back into working out.

And then...you betrayed me today.  I've been so good. I've been taking care of you.

Why?

All I did was step down from the stair master.  That's it.  I was being so very careful not to do anything to aggravate you; I supported my weight with the arms of the stair master and gingerly stepped down, being careful to make sure I stepped squarely.

And you struck with a vengeance, threatening to drop me to the floor.  El Poquito Diablo noticed.  I lied and told him I was okay.  He knew I lied.  He made me go easy on you today during our session.

I took ibuprofen, I iced you twice while at work.  I've got the other ice pack waiting for bedtime.

I'm not happy.

Sincerely,
Thanks for the GI bleed and frostbite

5 comments:

Mr. Daddy said...

I hate it when that happens:o(

Foursons said...

Oh no!!! I am so sorry you are in so much pain. I quit running back when I was just engaged to Chris because of my knees and so far I have been blessed this go-round with my attempts to get back out there. However, today I noticed going up and down the stairs that they weren't that happy with me. I so hope that a few days rest will keep them well.

And I really hope yours get better soon and there are no more problems.

Thanks for linking up, I'm just sad it is for this reason.

Michelle Hoad said...

It's called old age, honey. The only reason I can say that and not get smacked is that it is happening to me too. I somehow twisted my ankle without actually twisting it. It's been hurting like a son of a bitch for days.

Rachel said...

That sucks.

Sorry.

Get thee well soon.

Glad it's not your fingers.

We'd be missing you here.

oregonsunshine said...

I'm sorry! I have bad knees too and used to have issues with them sometimes just walking down the stairs at the Oregon farm. Sometimes, I think my knee problems are from my TFL or other connective tissue up higher. Could that be it with you too? Or part of it?

wv: outfun- I'm really sorry you're "outfun" and sitting on the sidelines.