Friday, October 5, 2012

Merry Christmas, Baby

I'm in an incredibly good mood today, and since I feel the need to overshare why, and the why is far too long for a Facebook status, and because I'm obviously not blogging about running right now, but I know you're all desperately curious as to what's going on with me...I thought I'd blog about my incredibly good mood.

I had a very strange dream last night. I watched the newest episode of Bones before bed. It involved some weird explosions in a Big Gulp cup. I guess that carried over into my dream last night, which started out as a nightmare. There was a man in my apartment playing a creepy game with me. There was something in my bedroom that would trigger an explosion, and if I didn't find it in a set amount of time, the explosion would just happen.

I was very confused in this dream, not entirely sure why I was targeted by some psycho pyro. Eventually, he restrained me so that I couldn't find the detonator...then things got weird. Jason Segal showed up to help me out. He was in this great mood talking about a surprise. This horrible weird nightmare segment of my dream was a ruse, because someone was planning something special for me. I eventually made it out of my bedroom and into my living room where Eric had turned the entire apartment into a magical Christmas winter wonderland. There were about 4 Christmas trees in the dining room, baked goods in the kitchen, wreathes hanging on the walls, Christmas pillows on the couch, garlands hanging over the TV, bowls of candy, lights everywhere, and porch was filled to the brim with more trees and bushes, lit up and decorated with all of my favorite ornaments from childhood. It was so romantic and wonderful. And so, so weird.

I woke up in the best mood.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

In (k)need of an update?

I apologize for the horrible pun, but I wanted to give you a heads up that this post will be all about my knee!

I hate my knee. And my knee hates me. We aren't on speaking terms right now.

I bought a brace. The brace worked alright. It's made out of neoprene or whatever it is that wetsuits are made from, so it gets very hot and very tight very quickly. I was full of good intentions when I first got it. Start walking again. Do some light weightlifting. Anything to get active and build up some muscle to support my temperamental knee. But, you know. Once you have an excuse to be lazy, you sort of make lots of excuses to stay lazy, so exercise and fitness remained on hold.

And then an embarrassing thing happened on Sunday. I stood up from the couch and broke my knee.

Okay, it's not really broken, but it felt that way on Sunday. I hobbled around for most of the night in pain, which was a hilarious sight for Eric and Johnny-dog. It was throbbing so much that it actually woke my up a few times. I promised Eric that if it didn't feel better by Friday, I'd call a doctor.

Then I went to work on Monday. An hour long drive in the rain. By the time I got out of the car, my knee was so stiff that when I went to straighten it I almost buckled over from the pain. Not good. Luckily, I work about a mile from my PA's office and they open at 8:00 a.m. I called immediately and made an appointment for the afternoon.

My PA was out, but a saw a great NP who tested for a meniscus tear and said she didn't hear/feel the normal signs. She diagnosed me with Patellar Tendinitis, prescribed me some hard drugs, told me to ice it regularly, and said that PT was no longer an "option". As in, if I want to be active ever again, I have to go. Cost is still something of an issue, but I've called today to work out a schedule, and I'm hopeful to begin in a few weeks.

Running at the moment is completely out of the question. Walking for more than 10 minutes is still kind of laughable. But, I have a plan and a wonderfully supportive boyfriend, so hopefully I can stop being a lazy asshole and start getting better.