October 18, 2018, Prescott-
It was bound to happen, sooner or later. My left knee popped, as I was walking back to our classroom from the school’s tennis court. I wasn’t playing tennis, just helping a student put racket to ball and hit a fence. The pop happened when I walked down a concrete stair that I had used several times. I didn’t fall, and made it first to a bench, then to the classroom and a chair.
From there, the school nurse iced the knee, had crutches brought to me and I made an appointment with Urgent Care. X-rays showed no bone loss, but slight arthritis (which I think is being kept at bay by various essential oils). DRINK MORE WATER! I am wearing a knee brace and using the crutches, to pamper this vital friend of mine, for as long as needed.
The Universe chooses unusual ways to tell me when a change is needed. When the brakes on the KIA Optima had been partially severed, it took the botched attempt to stop at a rural intersection, at which I had stopped countless times, and a roll into a relatively benign ditch, to get a different car. That Nissan Altima, itself, had a shelf life of little over a year, coming to a final halt in Newtown, CT-at a service station close to Danbury, from where my Hyundai Elantra was procured.
I needed a new computer, but had no funds to buy it: Piece of celestial cake- thieves picked it out, from underneath two full backpacks, whilst I was walking in the vicinity of McGill University, in Montreal.
Now, that I have been cautioned, several times, to slow down and cut back, comes the treatment and healing of the left knee. Righty will have to work harder for a few days, and I am applying to myself, what Penny knew and did for the three years she was on crutches or used a cane. I will get physical therapy, next week and for as long as it takes to bring both knees back in synchronicity with each other.
I am breaking down every physical activity to its smallest steps, giving each very focused attention. That was something that had been brought up, several times, during the veritable Boot Camp in which I found myself, for much of last week. Getting out of bed, I will reach for the crutches, tomorrow and maybe for days afterward. Showering will have to be done with the brace on. Dressing will be done sitting down. I will scoot myself around the apartment, ever so carefully, sitting in my office chair. I will park behind other people’s cars, when attending Baha’i meetings, the next few days, instead of being over-solicitous and taking a spot further away. My co-workers may very well not see me, tomorrow. It’ll depend on how useful I think I might be.
There will be a tomorrow, though, and I will be back on my feet- but in a prudent way, following the doctor’s instructions to the letter. Penny showed the way to dealing with any injury and others have shown the way to full recovery from theirs. So will go this hobbler.