By the end of the day yesterday I was feeling pretty good and walking around, for the most part, like a normal person, It hasn't been a good day with the knee today. It seems that even the little bit of walking around the house and going to and from the car between office and house has been too much- now I'm back to hobbling again. I have an orthopedics appointment on Friday morning. This was the earliest they could get me in when I called last week. I can hardly wait. Cortisone injections have worked like magic for me in the past. I am seriously ready for some magic right about now. It's really annoying to hardly be able to walk.
On the plus side of the equation, Rebecca and Michele from across the beaver pond came over with our groceries last evening and visited for a while. At first I thought Rebecca's psychic powers had kicked in. How did she know I was having trouble getting around? Then it dawned on me that I'd posted it right here, and that she'd no doubt read it. Duh! The psychic powers theory was more fun.
This evening Crystal, our immediate next-door neighbor/my training partner stopped by for a quick magazine trade- her "Runners World" for my "Bon Appetit," and was kind enough to get me some whole wheat capellini from down in the basement (our main food storage is down there for lack of space in the kitchen).
I'm guessing that me wanting to read "Runners World" right now might seem a little weird to anyone reading this. This was actually the main reason she came over; I wanted to read it right away after she said there was an article in it on topical anti-inflammatory painkillers.
The Flexor patch, available by prescription, sounds promising. It delivers diclofenac epolamine, a NSAID, to the affected area through the skin. I can't tolerate any kind of oral NSAID, regardless of buffering, enteric versions, etc., so the idea of a patch is pretty appealing. We'll see what the knee doctor thinks.
Tomorrow is a busy day but the rest of the week looks pretty easy and conducive to lying around reading and writing.
I got my hair cut today which was satisfying. I'm growing it out but just getting some of the bulk taken out now and then. I also got my eyebrows shaped. As I was paying I noticed all the hair that she'd cut lying on the floor; a big pile of it. This pleased me. Last year at this time I had just stopped wearing a wig and I had no eyebrows and three eyelashes. The three eyelashes is not made up. That's really how many I had. Why those three held on I don't know. I feel so wealthy now, having so much hair that I can pay someone to cut it off and throw it away.