Hobble Pants
Almost three weeks ago my daughter moved into an apartment about an hour from home. The transition happened very fast and we had little time to prepare. Within two weeks, she had been offered two jobs, accepted the one that was too far to commute and found an apartment. She had to scramble to make it all happen. Three days before she started her job she had planned to move into her new home.
My family has three trailers that can be used almost anytime without an issue, however, there were none available the day she needed to move. Her and I were the only ones that could move earlier in the day to transport all the smaller items such as clothes, shoes and anything else we could fit in our two vehicles. Later in the day, my son would be able to fit the big items in the back of his pick-up.
My daughter and I set out mid-morning, loaded to the gills; unpacked and carried several loads up two flights of stairs. It was unfortunate there wasn’t an elevator. Load after load we took the stairs, having to assist each other with the heavier boxes. It was quite the workout. When the vehicles were empty and parked in the nearest spots available, we felt good. Only a few big items left to manage later in the day.
As she unboxed her kitchen table and chairs and began to assemble, I was busy unpacking and organizing her kitchen. Box after box was sorted, and put away in it’s place. I gathered the empty boxes and placed them in one area to remove later. As I turned, perhaps a little too quick, I felt a sharp pain in my knee that almost took me to the floor. I tried to gingerly continue on my way, but kept experiencing shooting pain in my knee.
About the time this happened we needed to move our vehicles to a new location since the maximum time was expired. Unfortunately, that ended being part of the moving crew, as I made my way back home. I decided I would baby it for the next few days to see if it would improve…..no such luck. It was time to make an appointment to have a doctor take a look.
After reading the x-rays, Dr. Ben detected something suspicious in one film but saw nothing on another view of the same area. He asked if my knee was locking……”No, it wasn’t locking.” Then he asked if it was popping, “No, it wasn’t popping.” This sounded like a good sign and I could either get a cortisone shot or baby it for the next two to three weeks. I opted to let it heal on it’s own. Well….that didn’t even last three days. I was looking for something in my garage when all of a sudden it popped….then popped again. YIKES! It also seemed to lock up. Holy cow!
For almost three weeks I’ve been limping around, praying it will heal on its own. I was able to get a follow-up appointment, which will result in either a CT scan or an MRI…..UGH. At least I’ll have an answer and make decisions about the course of action. In the meantime, just call me Hobble Pants; I’ll be the one popping and locking….HAHA.
xoxox…..Sheryl