For the last few weeks, pain has invaded me in yet another place. This time my knee, which progressed slowly throughout my entire leg. Left. Diagnosed last Thursday with a weird kind of cyst behind the knee. Can go away on it's own with certain manipulations, changing how I sit and walk, etc. Well, as of last night, I can't walk on it. Too painful. As of this morning, I couldn't walk at all. I hobble.
Picture me, a big ole fat lady, hobbling down a hill to check on the chickens and goats. Or collect eggs. Or feed them. Sure my kid is being a HUGE help to me today, but all I want is to lay down and wait for the pain to pass.
Milked the goat before this afternoon's big storm. Collected eggs. And just now, I hobbled down, with my Kid, to lock up the chickens for the night. It's a little early but really, I need to stop stop stop.
Hubby found some $5 crutches this evening so I'll start using them tomorrow. Oh, and hey I got some of my son's schoolwork planned! Actually, about half. Woohoo!
Life goes on.
Ow.
Gonna finish this post and clock out. I'm soooo done. Not even gonna eat dinner because it hurts too much to walk to the kitchen. I'll drink some water, take some ibuprofen, and languish in bed, watching the boobtube until sleep overtakes me.
Tomorrow? Hubby's laundry, some more of my kid's schoolwork, and regular chores. Oh, and more puppy-proofing since Krypto comes home Thursday and I'm soooo not ready!
Just caught up w/this. Sorry you're dealing w/the Baker's cyst. I so feel for you. I have a huge one on my right knee. Dr. told me I can either have it operated on, or live w/it. Some days, I can just barely walk, so I really feel for you.
Deb: how on earth can you walk? if this doesn't go away then we'll have to get rid of the critters because I can't handle the walking. I can barely stand up to heat up a pot pie (dinner last night) or hobble to the bathroom. I certainly can't spend my life in bed.
Have an ice pack on it now but need to go feed the critters. I'm late as it is. Later, have to drive the hour and a half to a therapy appointment. Hubby's bringing me the crutches. Hoping doc will call in a pain killer too.
Some days I can't, or can just barely walk. When it gets real bad, I wear a knee brace, or wrap it w/an Ace bandage. As much as I hate the thought of yet another operation, I am seriously consider having it taken care of in February. That's when we have our worst weather, so I figure that would be the perfect time to have it done. I won't mind being stuck in the house quite as much.
I got some crutches today. Seems about every couple of steps, when I put any weight on it at all, things move around behind my knee and the pain is so incredibly intense, I just buckle and nearly go down on the ground. I can't imagine going through this the rest of my life.
Get a load of this: Hubby's mom (a former nurse ... many years ago) wonders why I have pain with a baker's cyst while many of her friends don't. Personally, I took that to mean she's calling me a wuss. She already doesn't like me but her saying that really hurt my feelings. And THEN Hubby defended his mother! Just another huge argument.
Anyway, we're talking about relocating the chickens and goats closer to my back door so I don't have a big hill to walk down. Plus, less muck since the pens will now be at the top of the hill.
If you have the surgery in Feb, is there a way to care for your critters while you're on crutches walking on ice and snow? Just want you to be safe.
On a different vein, I awoke at 2:22 a.m. today convinced there was a man in my bedroom. I saw him. He moved. I felt him. I heard him. I smelled him. I begged him to leave my son alone, to take anything he wanted, even my car although it doesn't usually work. He said nothing. Then he moved a little to the right, and where he should have blocked the blinking light from the TV box, he didn't. I grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV. Nothing. No one.
Did I dream it?
I'm not convinced it was a dream. I do believe in an afterlife. Earth-bound spirits. But I know it wasn't a dream. Because I stayed awake after I turned on the TV and saw nothing, then went to the bathroom, and watched TV for another hour, then finally went back to sleep. When I awoke later this morning, things were as I left them at around 3:30 a.m.
Although they're very frightening to us, most of the time ghosts are just curious and want to look around to see what's going on. You probably won't see him again, but if you do, tell him it's time to leave, that he's not allowed in the house.
You sure it wasn't a departed relative? My mother saw her own departed mother during a time of great stress. My mother said that the spirit took her hands and told her it would be okay. Gave my mother some much needed peace...for about 5 seconds. Then my mom thought she was going nuts.
I see people all the time. They follow me. Talk to me a lot. Part of how I got the schizophrenic side of my diagnosis, but I've had friends see them too, so nyah nyah.
I was 26 when I found out they "weren't there". I had to spend 4 months calibrating. Pointing to everyone I saw and asking my friends if they saw them too, so I could get a baseline on what was "real" in this here-now.