I’ve been posting a good deal about my knee woes. Because I’m just obsessive like that. And when you’re stuck in bed, with your knee SWOLLEN and elevated, well, my eyes have had little choice but to LOOK AT THAT KNEE! Do I need to apply for a ZIP CODE FOR IT?
On the bright side, all the 3rd quarter homeschool work is graded and filed, I’m nearly done with taxes, and I’ve become somewhat of a champion on phone Scrabble.
And I’ve had a lot of time to research my diagnosis. I have to admit that I was more than a little bit depressed to learn that I have Osteoarthritis. In fact, for the first couple of hours, I adamantly held onto my theory that my knee was dislocated. And that my hair was naturally blonde, and I was really much taller than I appeared.
I shouldn’t have been surprised by the diagnosis, though. Both my mother and grandmother had significant cases of rheumatoid arthritis. But they had contracted it much younger than I am now (AND I AM NOT WHAT YOU WOULD CALL OLD), so I was hoping I had dodged that bullet.
But as I research Osteoarthritis, and as I have gotten so many wonderful e-mails and comments from those of you suffering with this, I realize that this is something I can have control over. I won’t let it control me.
In other words, if I listen to my body (which may be saying something other than, “Seriously, you’re going to eat THAT?”) I will know to avoid further damage. And I’ve already started taking extra Calcium and Glucosamine for joint care. I can also add anti-inflammatory meds when needed.
Also, alternating heat and cold packs have brought tremendous relief.
I knew I had knee issues a couple of years ago. But chose to ignore it. A favorite coping skill. Then I stopped exercising around Thanksgiving, what with all the pestilence we were ridden with for 2 months. And as I’m finding out, keeping the muscles surrounding the joint in shape is IMPERATIVE to knee health when Osteoarthritis affects you.
I’m limited to isometrics right now, but now I have no choice but to get back into a regular exercise routine as soon as I can. Dagnabit.
I had a reader ask if I minded unsolicited advice. HECK NO! Some of my best life information has come from you guys during times when I’m dealing with stuff. Bring it on. I know a whole bunch of you are dealing with similar issues, so please feel free to spill your guts. The more information we’re armed with, the better.
I have an appointment with an Ortho Specialist next Wednesday. I hope to go in there equipped with a good deal of knowledge so that I can be proactive in my treatment.
Thank you all for listening to me rant. Fiddledaddy has gently reminded me that our gym has water aerobics for the elderly and infirm. But that would require stuffing myself into the sausage casing called swimwear. And then to add insult to injury, he has seriously threatened to go over to his moms house to pick up her old walker for me. Undoubtedly the children will then decorate it. I on the other hand will use it as weaponry against anyone who thinks it’s FUNNY to place ads for Senior Citizen Monthly on my desk. Because my biceps? They could use some toning. Just sayin’.
If these people thought I was dangerous with a wheelchair, they’d better watch their backs if I’m armed with a walker. Especially one with a fog horn. BEEP BEEP.