Let’s see. We’ve got Left vs Right, Lib vs Con, POC vs White, cop vs people…. I’m just sitting here wondering if mass lobotomies for all combatants might do the trick so the rest of us can get on with approaching things with communication rather than hate, fear, and violence.
Two weeks back, I was sprinting. On concrete. Didn’t see a rock, as eyes were looking ahead, not down. Shod foot landed off-square on stray rock. Something gave. Bad.
I didn’t go down, but I definitely dropped instantly to ‘walk’. Walk was hobble, though. Knew there was trouble. It was the same leg that got injured two years back by being banged into sideways by a very large, happily exuberant boar. Same leg my Aussie shepherd banged into an re-injured it, mid-way healed, the same year.
“Yup.” Mumbled jargon. Typing. “It’s gonna take a good six weeks to heal. Ice, elevate, rest. No work for two weeks. None. Then gentle walking. Only. Wear a support when upright. You have crutches, I see. Okay. See you in two weeks.”
Sigh. For me, that meant begging and hiring in help.
And I hate sitting on my ass, except to write or create artwork.
And, now, two and a half weeks later, I’m walking like a human, again. Oh, it’s not all the way healed, but it’s healed enough that I impressed everyone when I walked in for a recheck.
“Mild work, no heavy chores.”
Of course, I nod. Then grin.
He grins back. He knows me. Shakes his head. Types on the keyboard. “See you next time.”
At least I can get rid of the temporary help and stop sitting around in front of the computer for most of the day. There’s work to do and winter’s coming.
EVENING UPDATE: Well, bum knee and all, I made my walk tonight, me and Laddie. I managed 3 mph. Usually, I do a mile in 12 minutes walking, but, for a first time out since I tweaked that knee, I figure doing a mile in 20 minutes is pretty good, since it’s over 4 inch rocks that are tricky to navigate with both legs sound. But, yeah, I did wear a leg brace and, yeah, I did feel it grumble a few times.