Is Not Good
Sunday. I seem to have not done much good to my knee yesterday for whatever walking I managed. To sleep early after getting to bed early, up at the right time without the alarm, up slowly to hobble about getting ready to head to breakfast. Believe me, I used the elevator and didn't attempt descending the stairs, the left knee, if not screaming, then letting me know on no uncertain terms it was not liking this journey.
And so breakfast and so home to put the leg up on the table as I sat in front of the computer. Felt better for that, but I'm thinking Art & Soul is not in the cards for later and I won't have enough pictures to post a section for 2014. Another day, another lesson.
Later. Took one of the remaining Vicodin tablets for the knee, seems to have had an effect. Still aches, but an “I'm here” ache rather than a “you'd better sit down right now or I'm going to get nastier yet” effect. There's a difference, there is: gets your attention.
Doesn't mean we're going to Art & Soul when it opens in another hour, just the brain finally remembering life can be made easier if you take one another one of those magic little pills they gave me for the gall bladder operation. Not sure what to do with the rest of the day, though. No walks to here or there lest the knee become even more screwed up through blissful abuse, a message you'll get when the med wears off. And it will wear off.
A candle-light vigil for Gaza at seven-thirty this evening across the street at the lake, heard this morning on the radio, something I'd normally photograph. No venturing out to Art & Soul, but we're talking a short walk just down the hill and across the road. We'll see. Don't have to decide for another six hours, but I suspect we'll bail.
Later still. A second pill. Seems lying on the bed is the only thing that calms the knee. Only so much time you can spend lying on your back in bed before you want to get and do something, anything. And so you get up and then get right back down. After five minutes. Ten minutes.
Evening. The knee has pretty much gone ballistic. I've gone through the remaining pain pills and they've had some effect, but we'll call the doctor tomorrow and see what needs to be done. The knee is not good.