Sunday 6 June 2010

On knees

Rehab is not straight forward. It isn't linear. Nor predictable. Nor consistent. Which is obviously why noone warned me that a knee problem would bring me to the brink for 8 weeks. Would take me back off my bike. Stop the running (in the hospital corridor) that had only just started. Stop the blog writing (too weary). Keep me out of the pool. And not to put too fine a point on it - stop the hope.

My knee was not damaged by the truck. It is, however, connected to bits and pieces that were. And there lies the problem, which although now temporarily fixed, will apparently be an ongoing issue.

This is dull, tiresome and creates a whole new set of mental requirements to overcome. A sore ankle and foot can be managed. Because that was the truck - right? But the knee - that's punishment from a higher being.

Imagine that you have to consider every step. Particularly up and down hills. Holding your knee out every so slightly. You see the bus coming. Going to miss it if you don't increase your pace. But you know that that simple activity could knock you back for a week. You slightly overdo your physio exercises. And the pain stays for the whole day. Then you get on a bike. Hold your knee out - for every single pedal rotation. You get the picture. This is not insurmountable. It will improve. But, according to my Physiotherapist, I am now a person who 'looks like a knee injury, not an an ankle injury'. I can only hope this is a good thing.

Friday 4 June 2010

Cycle commuter

Today I cycled to work. OK - I did take to the pavement more than once. And slewed to a halt at every distant rumble. But I made it. There and back. Saving £2.40. And an hour more in bed.