I admit that I have been fool enough to walk around with what is probably a torn meniscus as if there is hardly anything the matter. I have ignored pain and discomfort and stubbornly kept on going until today and then I saw the light. My knee told me, "Stop, you've done too much," and I lied down in my bed, propped up against some pillows, and stretched my leg and took a long rest.
That is probably the best thing I could have done and I am going to keep doing it. I will not be taking Tyke for walks anymore and have arranged for my sister and the Exfactor to do that again. And it is very difficult for me to admit that I can't do something and that I have to be dependent on other people and actually stay out of commission for a while. I hate to be the patient. I don't do it gracefully.
On Wednesday, my American ex gets here, and I may have to ask him to walk Tyke for me, because I'm not going to do it myself until I have seen the orthopedic guy on Thursday. Luckily, I know he likes walking dogs, so it may not be a problem, except that he doesn't know any of the commands in Dutch.
I have rewrapped the pressure bandage tight so it won't slide off my leg and it does feel much better than the brace, which didn't fit me very well. I feel like I've got all sorts of support now and I that my knee is much more secure.
I am not dealing with all of this emotionally very well and I am a bit down in the dumps because of it. I had imagined all of this quite differently. I mean the month that my American ex is going to be here. A stupid little thing like a torn meniscus may alter all the plans that we had made. I am very bummed out because of that. And I have to admit that I don't like not being in control of things.
I suppose a lot depends on what I will be told Thursday and I have to wait patiently on that.