I've been having some really bad trouble with my knees lately, especially my heretofore GOOD knee.
Yesterday, I was home, and it started raining. Remembering that we'd left a new piece of gardening equipment out that should have been put in, I scrambled out. Well, not so much scrambled, as limped...
I got the equipment (a subject of a future post, thank you!) under cover and considered....."hmmmm....self," thinks I,"you left out your brand new shiny hammer out there and a couple of extension cords and wouldn't it be a good idea for them to come in too?"
"Good thought," thought I.
I picked up the first extension chord, and a work light I'd almost forgotten about, and started to roll up the second cord.
"Oh, Shoot!*" thought I. "It's caught under a 'misplaced minion of the devil'* rock by the pond!"
So, I put down the other things and limped over to the rock and cord and untangled the cord.
Somehow, in doing the above task, I did something my left knee (the heretofore GOOD knee--hereafter to be named: HGK) buckled on me and I would have fallen flat on my face, save for a (Oh thank you, munificent Deity) fortuitously placed bench.
"OH, UN COMPOSTED MANURE! OH, MISBEGOTTEN MALE OFFSPRING OF A FEMALE CANINE!"*I thought.
"AAAAAAAWWWAWWWWWWCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!" said I.
Yah, it hurt. Hades consigned HGK.*
All day yesterday, I couldn't walk well, sit well, or lay down. I had to call into work and tell my Good Boss that I wasn't going to be able to make it to work. I'd have had to use a wheelchair. Not cool, and painful to boot.
I ended up taking rather more of the pain pills the good Arthritis Doctor prescribed than was actually prescribed. (I took 2 instead of 1 at a time) They helped a little. Not a whole lot, but a little.
Luckily, I already had an appointment with the good doctor this morning and he stuck a needle in HGK. I should feel better tomorrow. He also confirmed that I did, indeed, have osteoarthritis, and I would probably do well to lose some weight... sigh. Also, I do have some bone loss, and I'd better step up my calcium intake. He'll be monitoring how it goes.
He did share a bit of GOOD news though. My A1c came back as a perfect 6.0. That won't mean a lot to most of you, but in a nutshell, it means that my diabetes is under good control. The really good part of this is that the test came about 1/2 way through a round of steroids.
So, the lesson to this convoluted attempt to explain why I've not been gardening much, while still maintaining my blog's "G" rating is: Make your husband put the gardening tools away for you. :(*= my attempts to stay G rated)
I'm just sayin'!
OH... and I'm not going to be able to put more gardening off, as I've FINALLY got my garlic and onion sets in and they need planting.
More about that, another time.
I'd like to be a perfect 10 someday, but until then, I'll settle for a 6.0.
Yesterday, I was home, and it started raining. Remembering that we'd left a new piece of gardening equipment out that should have been put in, I scrambled out. Well, not so much scrambled, as limped...
I got the equipment (a subject of a future post, thank you!) under cover and considered....."hmmmm....self," thinks I,"you left out your brand new shiny hammer out there and a couple of extension cords and wouldn't it be a good idea for them to come in too?"
"Good thought," thought I.
I picked up the first extension chord, and a work light I'd almost forgotten about, and started to roll up the second cord.
"Oh, Shoot!*" thought I. "It's caught under a 'misplaced minion of the devil'* rock by the pond!"
So, I put down the other things and limped over to the rock and cord and untangled the cord.
Somehow, in doing the above task, I did something my left knee (the heretofore GOOD knee--hereafter to be named: HGK) buckled on me and I would have fallen flat on my face, save for a (Oh thank you, munificent Deity) fortuitously placed bench.
"OH, UN COMPOSTED MANURE! OH, MISBEGOTTEN MALE OFFSPRING OF A FEMALE CANINE!"*I thought.
"AAAAAAAWWWAWWWWWWCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!" said I.
Yah, it hurt. Hades consigned HGK.*
All day yesterday, I couldn't walk well, sit well, or lay down. I had to call into work and tell my Good Boss that I wasn't going to be able to make it to work. I'd have had to use a wheelchair. Not cool, and painful to boot.
I ended up taking rather more of the pain pills the good Arthritis Doctor prescribed than was actually prescribed. (I took 2 instead of 1 at a time) They helped a little. Not a whole lot, but a little.
Luckily, I already had an appointment with the good doctor this morning and he stuck a needle in HGK. I should feel better tomorrow. He also confirmed that I did, indeed, have osteoarthritis, and I would probably do well to lose some weight... sigh. Also, I do have some bone loss, and I'd better step up my calcium intake. He'll be monitoring how it goes.
He did share a bit of GOOD news though. My A1c came back as a perfect 6.0. That won't mean a lot to most of you, but in a nutshell, it means that my diabetes is under good control. The really good part of this is that the test came about 1/2 way through a round of steroids.
So, the lesson to this convoluted attempt to explain why I've not been gardening much, while still maintaining my blog's "G" rating is: Make your husband put the gardening tools away for you. :(*= my attempts to stay G rated)
I'm just sayin'!
OH... and I'm not going to be able to put more gardening off, as I've FINALLY got my garlic and onion sets in and they need planting.
More about that, another time.
I'd like to be a perfect 10 someday, but until then, I'll settle for a 6.0.
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Plant a seed!