Since the PT said I can start exercising again, I’ve been going out again in the morning. All summer long, 5:15 a.m. was a joy – the sun was rising, it was the perfect temperature. Now, not so much. It’s cooler and so dark that I’m too creeped out to use my ipod, even though we live in a totally save neighborhood. I’m getting nervous about keeping up with this through the winter, when it’s icy outside and my bed is still nice and warm.
I lurve my physical therapist. Luuurve.
I was able to get an appointment immediately, because I’ve gone in the past. After my daughter was born, my hips were out of whack. (It’s not easy having a ginormous baby on my tiny frame. Or any frame. Anyway.)
This PT specializes in women, and was able to get me back on track last time. This time around, I’m already having the same positive experience. It’s a different therapist, but it’s the same – caring, capable.
She told me my knee issue is actually my hip issue all over again. She said I need to keep doing my hip exercises for life (I’d kept on for a few years but evenually stopped.) And most importantly, she told me I WILL be able to run again. Hip hip hooray!
So I’ll be going weekly for a while, as she adjusts and manipulates and basically turns me from a NYC pretzel into a Philly pretzel. Until then, I’ve started with power walking. Not nearly as therapeutic as running, but better than nothing.
Oh and I get to wear a snazzy knee brace while I do it. It’s uncomfortable, but on the plus side it
makes me look like even more of a dork keeps me from injuring myself more.
Our daughter’s been calling my husband “Buddy Boy.” Is that weird?
Chondromalacia patella. It’s not really arthritis behind my knee, as Dr. Max said. The physician assistant at the orthopedist told me it’s more about the way my knee is set. So, here it is, my knee:
As you can see, my kneecap is way over to the right. It’s the same in my right knee, so it was only a matter of time before that one would start to hurt too. He said I can’t run. Then he said I could run, but that I’d have to experiment a lot with pain killers, and that ultimately it’d be about how much I can tolerate.
So how much can I tolerate? I haven’t run in about a week, and because I’m so confused I haven’t really done any exercise. Meanwhile, it’s not like life has become less stressful (although that would be nice, to be able to turn off the stresses of life while you get your act together.) So, I still have stress but don’t have a way to deal with it. I’m grumpy. No, I’m angry. I snap. And because I can’t snap at my coworkers or I’ll face serious reprecussions, I’m snapping at my husband and my daughter. And they don’t deserve that. I don’t like how I’ve been acting over these past few days, and it’s all because of my stupid knees.
The PA said I should go to physical therapy and if possible, get a personal trainer who can help me find an exercise that I love that won’t hurt my knees. I plan to do both.