I have no knee news for all you kind folks out there today.
Happily, my mother is having herself a surgery of her own in only 11 days. In fact, she's having a double knee replacement surgery. She'll be having quite the experience I'm sure, spending ten days in the hospital and three months recuperating before returning to work. In honour of her newfound spare time and quest for health, I have set her up with a blog of her own. Check her out and do send her some encouraging comments if you're so inclined.
Today was mother's day and to celebrate my dad made lobster which we've never done at home before ever, I don't think. It's not a particularly common dish in the Jewish household. Our nutcrackers didn't work all that well and we all decided that we much prefer steak. No claws.
Speaking of which, my family is in week 6 of an incredible and wonderful weight loss contest. Since we began we've lost a collective 45 pounds or so! There are weekly weigh-ins and monetary prizes and all kinds of excitment!! Tomorrow, being Monday is the official weekly weigh-in and I fear all that raw cookie dough and baked muffin mix will catch up with me. :(
This week I will be... the biggest loser! Damn it.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
testing photos 1, 2, 3
Hmm... that was a slllooooww upload. I hoped Blogger would have done some self-improvement over the last couple of years.
This is my new kitchen in my shiny, new home. I love it.
where it's at
So I've been torn in the ACL region now since the middle of December. That's almost five months! Hardly believable.
I hardly notice the injury at all, in fact. It's really only the sports that I can't do, as well as the running on the treadmill that I used to do.
Anything streamlined is A-OK; walking, elliptical things, yoga, weights, etc. etc. I can go up and down stairs, I can sit and kneel and do all that stuff. I can even jog. But I can't run at full speed or cut or kick. I guess that's the problem.
Sometimes I wonder whether I should do this surgery. But really, I do want to run at full speed. Don't I?
I'm trying to decide whether I want this blog to be solely about the surgery or about other things too.
I'll consider.
I hardly notice the injury at all, in fact. It's really only the sports that I can't do, as well as the running on the treadmill that I used to do.
Anything streamlined is A-OK; walking, elliptical things, yoga, weights, etc. etc. I can go up and down stairs, I can sit and kneel and do all that stuff. I can even jog. But I can't run at full speed or cut or kick. I guess that's the problem.
Sometimes I wonder whether I should do this surgery. But really, I do want to run at full speed. Don't I?
I'm trying to decide whether I want this blog to be solely about the surgery or about other things too.
I'll consider.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Setting the Scene
It was winter 2002. Scratch that. It was the beginning of spring 2002. And I was at Talisman Resort with Matt who was competing in a series of ski competitions. This was the last one which involved I THINK the half pipe but who can really be sure.
I was skiing down a smooth and creamy run when suddenly my right ski caught something, pulling my leg out and back. I crumpled. I heard a pop but didn't know what that meant. Fuck. A snowboarder cruising by stopped and asked me if I was okay. "I don't think so," I said shakily. Unsure of what to do, I sat for a moment riding out the pain, then carefully stood up. I could see Matt at the bottom of the hill walking as quickly as he could in those cumbersome ski boots up to meet me. Together I hobbled to the bottom of the pipe, my knee slipping left and right on the way, where I sat for the rest of the afternoon.
I forget whether he came first or second in the series.
Returning home, I endured a hospital visit, months of limping and discomfort, a few doctors visits and finally an MRI, with diagnoses ranging from nothing serious to fully torn Anterior Cruiate Ligament to partially torn Anterior Cruciate Ligament. The latter is what seemed to stick, and for the last six years I've been pretty much unawares of my knee or any injury I had sustained.
Last spring I started playing ultimate frisbee. I love it! It's great. In June I sprained my ankle. I hate it. It's bad. I now wear a brace. In mid December my knee went one way when I went another and I suddenly remembered my ACL injury of yesteryear.
It hurt far less and the limping ceased after only days, but clearly something was askew.
A trip to the sport's medicine doctor in January left me with a likely fully torn ACL diagnosis and an MRI appointment. Plus physio for which I have no coverage. The MRI confirmed the bad news and since around March I've been on the waiting list to have surgery with the esteemed Dr. Marks, who, by the way, is the lead surgeon for the Raptor's.
Basically at this point I'm waiting for a call that will say, "hey, we have a spot available on Tuesday". I could perhaps be calling to pester my way into a sooner spot, but I'm happy living my life relatively normally (though sans ultimate). On the other hand, the sooner I have the surgery, the sooner I'll be healed and back on the field.
Do I really care about getting back on the field? Sure. Having a goal makes this so much more worthwhile.
Then again, I could just take up rowing...
I was skiing down a smooth and creamy run when suddenly my right ski caught something, pulling my leg out and back. I crumpled. I heard a pop but didn't know what that meant. Fuck. A snowboarder cruising by stopped and asked me if I was okay. "I don't think so," I said shakily. Unsure of what to do, I sat for a moment riding out the pain, then carefully stood up. I could see Matt at the bottom of the hill walking as quickly as he could in those cumbersome ski boots up to meet me. Together I hobbled to the bottom of the pipe, my knee slipping left and right on the way, where I sat for the rest of the afternoon.
I forget whether he came first or second in the series.
Returning home, I endured a hospital visit, months of limping and discomfort, a few doctors visits and finally an MRI, with diagnoses ranging from nothing serious to fully torn Anterior Cruiate Ligament to partially torn Anterior Cruciate Ligament. The latter is what seemed to stick, and for the last six years I've been pretty much unawares of my knee or any injury I had sustained.
Last spring I started playing ultimate frisbee. I love it! It's great. In June I sprained my ankle. I hate it. It's bad. I now wear a brace. In mid December my knee went one way when I went another and I suddenly remembered my ACL injury of yesteryear.
It hurt far less and the limping ceased after only days, but clearly something was askew.
A trip to the sport's medicine doctor in January left me with a likely fully torn ACL diagnosis and an MRI appointment. Plus physio for which I have no coverage. The MRI confirmed the bad news and since around March I've been on the waiting list to have surgery with the esteemed Dr. Marks, who, by the way, is the lead surgeon for the Raptor's.
Basically at this point I'm waiting for a call that will say, "hey, we have a spot available on Tuesday". I could perhaps be calling to pester my way into a sooner spot, but I'm happy living my life relatively normally (though sans ultimate). On the other hand, the sooner I have the surgery, the sooner I'll be healed and back on the field.
Do I really care about getting back on the field? Sure. Having a goal makes this so much more worthwhile.
Then again, I could just take up rowing...
the new blogging me
I used to have a blog that I wrote in every day, and when I look back on it and read those things that I wrote in those days I feel happy nostalgia among other things (fear of tiny Korean children being one of them). With a new, somewhat less glamorous adventure on the horizon, let's see what I can cook up here.
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