Just call me

Hopalong.

I don't really fit the part, no bandanna or six-shooter. No pony. But I am sorta hopping. (Technically, it's shuffling.)

Remember when I decided Yoga was a good idea? That I wouldn't have the stress and strain of other kinds of exercise on parts that were too old and out of shape to be stressed and strained?

"I can do Yoga without huring myself! Yeah! There's a good idea! Yoga!"

Just add that to the list of famous last words.. including but not limited to, "Hey y'all! Watch this!'

I hurt my right knee. (Actually both of them, but the left one is much better now. Not great by any means, but I can use it and it doesn't make me cry when I move it.)

The right one was feeling sort of funny on Tuesday morning... kind of swollen, but it wasn't hurting. So I did my yoga workout. I did not feel a pop or anything, there was no 'ouch' moment.

But I guess I ouched it just the same.

::sigh::

Wednesday I was limping a bit, but managing.
Thursday was worse.
Friday... kill me now.

I kept thinking it would get better, you know? Did the ice and heating pad and ice and heating pad. Took lots of aspirin for the anti-inflammatory effects. Waited for it to improve.

Then, I had to walk about a block on Saturday for the training, and it just about did me in. I've been off it as much as possible, but it's not getting better. If anything, the longer I wait, the worse it gets.

Dammit.

Now I am not one to run off to the doctor for every little owie. We have insurance from the DCS company (Doesn't Cover Shit) and I pay all of it out of pocket every time anyone in the family visits the doctor.

So I did not call her.

I will call her on Monday, first thing. Eric wants me to go to the Immediate Care place up the road here, but I would really prefer to see my own doctor.

Eric went to the pharmacy while I was napping Saturday afternoon and picked up a pair of crutches for me.

I need them to get around because I. Can't. Walk.

Shit.