How Did I Get Here, And Where Is The Next Turn?

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Brought up Aug 19, 2015

Back in the Saddle...

I have spent a little time wallowing in self pity, feeling sorry for myself. The past week, I also spent that time whining like a little girl.

A week ago this past Friday, as I was preparing to clock in at work, my already sore, knee suddenly did this funky thing. It was a pop, felt, not heard, in the knee, that suddenly had me standing on one foot, and almost in tears when I put weight on it.

An ambulance ride, ultra sound, and x rays later, and I learned that my blood sugar was fine, I had no blood clots, or anything broken. The doctor said it was probably a strained tendon or ligament. If it didn't get better in a few days, to come back and they would do an MRI.

Oh, and he gave me a prescript for some really nice drugs.

And crutches...

Well, I never got the hang of the crutches, the meds took about an hour to kick in, and most of the time, I didn't really notice if they helped.

Oh, and I got a lovely week's vacation from work.

So, I slept in, hobbled around with a cane, and felt sorry for myself. I had this fear that I would not be able to go back to work, as the knee was getting stiff and ached a bit, even when it was feeling better.

In the middle of my images of surgery, or a permanent cane, wheelchair, or scooter in my not so distant future, my girl brat sort of took care of me. The day of the incident, she walked to get my car, and joined my mom and sister at my bedside.

As the days past, her nursing was spotty.

She had to work, of course. She is now a Corrections Officer. The job is hard on her, but I didn't realize it as I wallowed.

The Saturday after my knee showing me I ain't a kid anymore, the Girl Brat got herself some new wheels. she's not too thrilled with the make and model, but at least it is fairly new, and gets her where she wants to go.

On two of her days off, she took me for some mini day trips out of town. Much needed trips, I might add.

I was getting so bored with being home, and with my own whiny assed crap.

We actually had fun, just going to eat and shopping at a store in a different town. I got to try out one of the store's motorized scooter/carts. (Listen, that will not be so bad when the time comes in about 20 years. That thing was so FUN! I felt like Old Mario Andretti whipping around the isles! LOL!)

Today was my first day back to work.

I hobbled in, nice, soft, nonslip mat tucked under my arm, ready for the knee to give out on me again about half way into my shift.

It didn't happen.

The knee was not happy, but held up. I was almost in tears as I limped out after work, tears of pain, but also happiness. I made it.

At work, one of the managers hugged me when she saw me.

Others really seemed happy to see me.

The head honcho told me if I needed to sit, go sit down.

I did, a total of 4 times.

The hugger told me about some shoes that one of the stores in town had that might help. She said they were pricey, but had Memory Foam in them, God sent gift for all who stand for long periods of time.

Tonight, I put on my sneakers, and went to the store.

Now, I have been wearing my cushy flip flops all summer, including my week of knee propped up and whine. For some reason, putting on my sneaks actually made my knee less achy.

I got to the store, went to my size, and there they were.

I felt like Cinderella. They only have one shoe of the pairs on display.

I shoved off my sneaker, and slid on the single shoe.

It was like it was made just for me.

I have never felt love for shoes. That is the GB's passion, not mine. Yet, some how, I am in love with my new, Memory Foamed, fairly high end name brand work shoes. Oh, and they were 20 bucks less than the hugger had said.

I actually look forward to work tomorrow.

Finding the perfect shoes, making it through work, realizing my scales were off 10 pounds once I put in new batteries, I seem to be shaking off the Pity Party.

Heck, I'm back here, right?

So, maybe I'm not going to be whacking kids with my cane as soon as I was thinking.

Oh, and I am back on my diet and planning to get back into some sort of exercise routine. The knee has shook me awake and said, We ain't gonna put up with this crap anymore. We are 52, not 82, after all. Not quite ready for the old folks warehouse yet.

As the Punk said today, quoting Dune, of all things, "The sleeper has awakened..."


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cuz » 3 years ago

Glad you are back in the saddle. Share the name of those wonderful shoes please.

tha Punk » 3 years ago

YES! she quoted me... quoting Dune! score.