Today was painful. Due to an appointment with the osteopath for my knee, I shaved my legs, chopping down a growth that would have rivaled the long hair of a dog. The razor scraped over my skin, time and time again, as I tried to eradicate every last hanger on. It left the surface bumpy and burning as the blade scraped the top layer of skin. I kept thinking, what the heck am I doing? Surely this medical professional saw au natural before, but my darn pride got the better of me.
If I shaved regularly it would have been a walk in the park, but I don’t worry about what can’t be seen. I’m past the stage of pantyhose and dresses, why bother torturing myself for the sake of a smooth leg. Who is going to be running their hand over it anyway? My pups certainly don’t mind, perhaps they even like that their mom is as hairy as they are and the thought wasn’t lost on me as I hulled the forest, that there was more hair on my legs than on the top of my head! I cut away a year of growth that washed down the shower drain, which will probably come back and haunt us down the road.
I fell this past summer and sustained a second injury next to the tissue where the old one had been. This time it was on the left side of the knee and was much worse. Where the right side was a mere pin prick, the left side was a saber slice. Much to my excitement, after picking myself up off the floor, I marveled that the old injury seemed to have gone away and for a day it seemed possible. But slowly after the new swelling began to subside, the old injury popped back up to rear its ugly head and ganged up with the new aches and pains for a bloody coup. Now my poor knee felt like it was being hacked across the middle, separating the thigh bone from the shin bone with a razor sharp saw. Then burning set in as the nerve screamed in protest and it felt like a blow torch thought my bone was crème Brule. It kept me awake at night, sleeping for a few minutes and then awakening as the pain seared across my knee. I’d move it slightly which would quiet the nerve and then I’d fall back to sleep and it would start all over again. No REM sleep for me, it was short and bitter.
I was constantly in pain and even tried a cane to see if that would decrease the agony of walking. My thoughts turned to Dr. House and his Vicodin addiction; I can see how someone in constant pain would seek release. At times I turned to Ibuprofen, two caplets of 400 mg to make movement possible but I hate taking pills and only did it when all else failed. This problem was particularly awful in that lying down didn’t offer any relief. Sometimes it was worse, the fire burning inside my knee made me long for amputation. At the very worst of times, I would have gladly cut off this appendage for relief.
At times there would be nothing to indicate there was a problem. Weeks would go by without a twinge and I would almost forget I had anything wrong with my leg. Then it would come back like a freight train and it was crying time again. I could never figure out the factors. I ruled out dampness and arthritis, it just came and went, lingering for a bit and then moved on.
So my Osteopath fixed it again. My leg was twisted a bit and he made the correction, lined up the bones as they should be. Now I need to do the exercises to strengthen the area and hopefully not be staring at knee replacement or amputation down the road.
If I shaved regularly it would have been a walk in the park, but I don’t worry about what can’t be seen. I’m past the stage of pantyhose and dresses, why bother torturing myself for the sake of a smooth leg. Who is going to be running their hand over it anyway? My pups certainly don’t mind, perhaps they even like that their mom is as hairy as they are and the thought wasn’t lost on me as I hulled the forest, that there was more hair on my legs than on the top of my head! I cut away a year of growth that washed down the shower drain, which will probably come back and haunt us down the road.
I fell this past summer and sustained a second injury next to the tissue where the old one had been. This time it was on the left side of the knee and was much worse. Where the right side was a mere pin prick, the left side was a saber slice. Much to my excitement, after picking myself up off the floor, I marveled that the old injury seemed to have gone away and for a day it seemed possible. But slowly after the new swelling began to subside, the old injury popped back up to rear its ugly head and ganged up with the new aches and pains for a bloody coup. Now my poor knee felt like it was being hacked across the middle, separating the thigh bone from the shin bone with a razor sharp saw. Then burning set in as the nerve screamed in protest and it felt like a blow torch thought my bone was crème Brule. It kept me awake at night, sleeping for a few minutes and then awakening as the pain seared across my knee. I’d move it slightly which would quiet the nerve and then I’d fall back to sleep and it would start all over again. No REM sleep for me, it was short and bitter.
I was constantly in pain and even tried a cane to see if that would decrease the agony of walking. My thoughts turned to Dr. House and his Vicodin addiction; I can see how someone in constant pain would seek release. At times I turned to Ibuprofen, two caplets of 400 mg to make movement possible but I hate taking pills and only did it when all else failed. This problem was particularly awful in that lying down didn’t offer any relief. Sometimes it was worse, the fire burning inside my knee made me long for amputation. At the very worst of times, I would have gladly cut off this appendage for relief.
At times there would be nothing to indicate there was a problem. Weeks would go by without a twinge and I would almost forget I had anything wrong with my leg. Then it would come back like a freight train and it was crying time again. I could never figure out the factors. I ruled out dampness and arthritis, it just came and went, lingering for a bit and then moved on.
So my Osteopath fixed it again. My leg was twisted a bit and he made the correction, lined up the bones as they should be. Now I need to do the exercises to strengthen the area and hopefully not be staring at knee replacement or amputation down the road.
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