So you all remember my post from the other day, right? About Prostates, Skinned Knees, & Getting Older?
Ok, so here’s the skinny:
I ended up at an urgent care clinic yesterday afternoon. I could barely move Saturday or Sunday, and after trying to get comfortable at work yesterday, it simply wasn’t happening, so I sucked it up and went on over to the doc’s office.
They took X-rays and no, my knee cap isn’t broken and they are treating it as a sprain. Great.
They gave me this big brace-looking thing and said it would immobilize my leg so that my knee won’t move. Ok. Down with that. Till I tried to drive. Not so down with that. I managed to get home, but needed Johnny’s help to get out of the car. My leg, fully extended, even with the seat all the way back, was about two inches too long to clear the door opening. *sigh*
Fine. Not a huge deal. Johnny said he’d drive me to work and back, so I figured how bad could it be.
Never. EVER. Underestimate. The. Brace.
It literally took my ass five minutes to get into the truck this morning. I got to work, struggled to get OUT of the truck, got into my office, and tried to sit in my chair. The back of this brace was digging in to the back of my thigh. I was NOT comfortable. Nor was I a happy camper.
Fortunately, I have a fitness ball that I use as seating when I feel like I need to. Figured I’d use that. It was actually comfortable…For about 20 minutes. So I shifted position because my back was starting to ache. That lasted another 20 minutes, because my leg was going to sleep.
Cindy, my assistant, suggested that we lower my office chair and simply prop my leg out on top of the fitness ball. THAT was comfortable…as long as I could stay semi-reclined and didn’t have to sit up and type or answer the phone, or print anything. That’s when my foot fell asleep.
Then it happened. I realized I had to pee. I hadn’t pee’d by myself since they’d put this thing on my leg.
“Hey, Cindy? Can you come to the bathroom with me?”
I left the stall door unlocked, you know, just in case. I thought that maybe I could use the toilet paper roll holder and the sanitary box to help lift myself up. Mmmm….no. Cindy had to come in and physically help me off the john.
To say that I am freaking unimpressed with my day would be an understatement.
I finally gave up…took a pain killer and went home.
One of five days down, four to go.