Knee update

I have a confession to make.  I mentioned something a few weeks back, but have been pretty vague about my knee.  Some of it has been denial.  Some of it has been in the hope that with enough soaks, taking the Etodolac that the doc prescribed, and not doing too much on it, that I will be okay.

The honest truth is that I’m 100% freaked out by the fact that I may actually be injured, and I’m not handling it very well.

So to back it up, I’ve posted this before, but incurred my very first broken bone when I was 17 and playing rugby at Elon.

Rugby Injury

I fractured my tibial tuberosity at the precise moment this photo was taken, and as a result, ended up on crutches from about November to January of 2005, and then ended up in a lot of physical therapy. As a result, the knee has acted up here and there, but never really anything serious enough for me to be really nervous, and never, ever serious enough for me to see the doctor about, especially as I’m enrolled in a high-deductible benefits package. Going to the doctor all willy-nilly isn’t really an option for me because I end up paying for everything out of pocket.

A little over a month ago, during Wake County’s Spring break, because a lot of our instructors were going to be out, I subbed a TON of classes, and that was the start of some of my trouble with my knee. It was sore, and didn’t want to extend all the way out. Once I started physical activity, it felt okay (not great), but the starting, and the after was always really difficult for me.

I popped Aleve nonstop, had a run-in with some strong arthritis medication that resulted in a call to Poison Control, and bathed nonstop in an attempted to quell some of the pain, but it never got better.  Not worse either to be fair, but not better.

Finally, last Friday, I went to the doctor, where they x-rayed the knee, and couldn’t find a whole lot, since an x-ray really is only going to show bone.  In the case of a knee, where there’s a lot of soft tissue, it’s tricky, and I have to wait until I get an MRI later this week, then get it read to find out what it is that’s going on.

I’m hoping for nothing.  I’m really hoping it’s just some inflammation, and that nothing else needs to happen going forward except the continuation of my NSAIDs until I feel good and strong on my own.  My worst fear, and I hate even typing this, is that I’ve torn something, and will require a really non-terrible arthoscopic surgery.  But that whole concept freaks me out, and I’m not exactly ready for that.

Will all of that mouthful said…

What are you up to today?

When crunchy goes wrong.

I’m a combo of things.  Part of me is quite crunchy (the part that enjoys kombucha), and part of me is really not (the part of me that enjoys diet soda).

The part of me that’s crunchy began to take over when I started to have some knee pain just prior to Rock ‘n’ Roll Raleigh. I decided to do a lot of lower-impact exercises (like cycling and yoga), back down off of running, and take lots and lots of baths involving essential oils and epsom salts.

My knee pain never got worse, but it would get a little better, then go back to the way it was, which was annoying – I just wanted to get back to what I wanted to do, which was get in my mileage so I can stay sexy. What is hard about that?

But finally on Friday, I started to get a little worried, and spent the morning trying to make an appointment somewhere, and then finally just giving up, and walking into Raleigh Orthopedic Clinic. They did the standard that they did back when I first broke that bone in my knee…

via Pediatric Rheumatology (see that little bone flopped up at the bottom?  That's what I did).
via Pediatric Rheumatology (see that little bone flopped up at the bottom? That’s what I did).

And popped me up on the table, rocked my knee back and forth to make sure I didn’t have any damage to the ACL, and took x-rays (which are relatively pointless if you have any soft tissue damage, which I was suspecting I had). The x-rays, save for some evidence of the tibial tuberosity, was normal, and the doc prescribed me some Etodolac, a strong NSAID, to help. Almost immediately upon taking it, I felt improvement to the point that I’ve almost canceled my MRI this week. I thought better of it, knowing that I haven’t had an MRI in 10 years, and that I should find out whether of not I have any damage to that meniscus so I can get it quickly repaired, should everything not be okay with it.

But the thing that’s incredible about all this was that in my quest to be natural and la la la crunchy, I put off going to the doc for WEEKS, when the (at least temporary) solution was as simple as a common NSAID that took care of about 70% of the pain and discomfort I had? And with that, I can 100% admit that I need to pull my head out of my crunch ass sometimes.

What is one silly thing that you’ve put off recently?

PC Time Machine

Thank you God for Austin Samples, because my girl over at Olive to Run posed this question on her Facebook page.

What is the WORST injury you’ve ever had? [running related or not]

As i described my worst injury to her, I began on a quest to find the photo that would explain the injury.

  1. First, I called my mom, who allowed me to break into her email to see if I’d sent her the photo from my Elon email, since I’d been at Elon when the injury had been incurred.
  2. Then I logged into her email.  No dice.
  3. I emailed my Dad at work.  Except Papa Cheri would not be at work til like 9am.  Okay.
  4. I tried to log into my Elon email, knowing fully well that they’d shut us out of our email like 60 days after we’d graduated.
  5. And finally, I tore through my house, looking for an old PC that I hadn’t booted up since maybe 2010.  The thanks to Austin comes in where I realized I had no cords and no mouse to use the thing.  I got all of those things, and finally booted it.

photo 1

Time machine much?

photo 2

AIM was still on the desktop.  And Marilyn was asleep in the background.

But the main event, the only reason that I booted the PC in the first place?

Knee Injury

The worst injury I ever got.  

::clears throat::

I played rugby for a short time my freshman year.  During this particular game, where my boyfriend at the time was watching from the sidelines in horror, a girl tackled me from pretty high up.  Now take a close look at my right knee without getting nauseated.  So when she did this, I heard a loud crack, and went down.  I remember the coach asking me what was wrong, and I couldn’t tell her, all I could tell her was that I was in horrible pain radiating from my right knee.  It swelled up immediately, and what ended up happening was something called a tibial tuberosity, meaning that a bone that sat at the bottom of my knee had been pulled up and off by my ACL, accounting for that crack I heard.  I spent the next, like 8 weeks in an ACL brace and on crutches, and to this day, that knee gets sore from time to time.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASee!

Okay, enough of me walking down memory lane.

What is the worst injury, running or not running related that you’ve ever gotten?