Monday aches
Aug. 21st, 2006 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
green_dreamsI do believe I'm getting old.
I hurt my knee on Friday; I had grabbed my afternoon coffee break[1] and was hurrying up the escalator to get back to work when there was a sort of melting crunch in my right knee. Nothing really special, the same kind of sound you can get tensing up your shoulder and then rolling it, or cracking your knuckles. Thought something along the lines of "drat" and went back to collating files, figuring it would go away.
Friday night it was occasionally annoying. Saturday it decided a couple of times that it was not for putting weight on, and after concluding that yes, technically there was a very little swelling there, I beat it into submission with an ice pack and went to bed. I'd been walking a little earlier that day, and hoped it might just need a break.[2]
Sunday morning it was stiff and achy, and very cautious experimentation revealed that the twin criteria of bending it at all and putting more than one leg's worth of weight on it caused flaring... hell, I don't know. It really doesn't feel like pain in any sense that I normally associate with injury--I always think of injury pain as a stabbity kind of thing. Call it a flaring muscle cramp.
S'yeah. I'm waiting for my doctor's office to call back. I'm going to Victoria on Wednesday unless they say something like "My god, you've got knee cancer and we *absolutely* have to operate on Thursday! Knee cancer can only be excised by the dark of the moon!"[3], but it would be nice if she (or someone in her office) could take a look at that and possibly prescribe a brace[4] or anti-inflammatories or something before I go.
*sigh* I just want to go home, put my leg up, and curl up with a nice chunk of horror fiction.
In other news, my sister got a job (yay!), I'm pretty sure I didn't (but there will be another), and some of H.P. Lovecraft's poetry has this really catchy beat, like Poe. I think "The Bride of the Sea " is rapidly becoming my favourite. Grimjack is still entertaining, Katharine Dunn's Geek Love is engaging, the French rugby team (and guests) quietly blew my mind, and I still don't hate my job.
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[1] During which I did not actually get coffee, but a jumbo pack of TicTacs. I've developed this weird fondness for them as a snack, which given how cheap they are and how many you get in a box is something I am simply not going to question.
[2] Of course, if I had indications that one of my *cats* had been having trouble putting their weight on one leg for a day and a half, I'd've been calling the vet by then.
[3] Actually, if they say *that*, I'm getting a second opinion. But you take my point.
[4] Although I think braces are over-the-counter, I am happy to take recommendations from health professionals.
I hurt my knee on Friday; I had grabbed my afternoon coffee break[1] and was hurrying up the escalator to get back to work when there was a sort of melting crunch in my right knee. Nothing really special, the same kind of sound you can get tensing up your shoulder and then rolling it, or cracking your knuckles. Thought something along the lines of "drat" and went back to collating files, figuring it would go away.
Friday night it was occasionally annoying. Saturday it decided a couple of times that it was not for putting weight on, and after concluding that yes, technically there was a very little swelling there, I beat it into submission with an ice pack and went to bed. I'd been walking a little earlier that day, and hoped it might just need a break.[2]
Sunday morning it was stiff and achy, and very cautious experimentation revealed that the twin criteria of bending it at all and putting more than one leg's worth of weight on it caused flaring... hell, I don't know. It really doesn't feel like pain in any sense that I normally associate with injury--I always think of injury pain as a stabbity kind of thing. Call it a flaring muscle cramp.
S'yeah. I'm waiting for my doctor's office to call back. I'm going to Victoria on Wednesday unless they say something like "My god, you've got knee cancer and we *absolutely* have to operate on Thursday! Knee cancer can only be excised by the dark of the moon!"[3], but it would be nice if she (or someone in her office) could take a look at that and possibly prescribe a brace[4] or anti-inflammatories or something before I go.
*sigh* I just want to go home, put my leg up, and curl up with a nice chunk of horror fiction.
In other news, my sister got a job (yay!), I'm pretty sure I didn't (but there will be another), and some of H.P. Lovecraft's poetry has this really catchy beat, like Poe. I think "The Bride of the Sea " is rapidly becoming my favourite. Grimjack is still entertaining, Katharine Dunn's Geek Love is engaging, the French rugby team (and guests) quietly blew my mind, and I still don't hate my job.
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[1] During which I did not actually get coffee, but a jumbo pack of TicTacs. I've developed this weird fondness for them as a snack, which given how cheap they are and how many you get in a box is something I am simply not going to question.
[2] Of course, if I had indications that one of my *cats* had been having trouble putting their weight on one leg for a day and a half, I'd've been calling the vet by then.
[3] Actually, if they say *that*, I'm getting a second opinion. But you take my point.
[4] Although I think braces are over-the-counter, I am happy to take recommendations from health professionals.
