Grandma Has Hurt Herself.
Tonight at volleyball, I was given the perfect set, my timing was getting better, I sprang and hit the ball over the net… I think it landed in, but I was distracted by the crunching sensation and noise I felt in my left knee, and then breathtaking pain as I landed the jump. Immediately I went rolling, writhing on the floor, lamaze breathing long and slow (nice how that comes in handy at times like this).
As I sat sidelined, the medical inventory began: No torsive forces, just a buckle. No ankle or hip pain, only knee. It’s the bad knee, had similar pain landing a little jump a few months ago, though not nearly this bad. Pain primarily posterior, deep, left of center, worse with knee extension and dorsiflexion. Anteromedial joint line pain with weight bearing. Immediate but mild swelling/effusion. Hmmm, maybe medial meniscus, possibly also PCL strain/tear? When should I get the MRI? How long before I can start PT? Where is that knee sleeve I got before? 600mg ibuprofen STAT.
The young people were so loving, gathered around asking me where it hurt, getting ice, helping me up, grabbing blocks to put my leg up, glancing over empathetically as I RICEd. I felt cared for and also embarrassed.
Not just embarrassed. I felt guilty, maybe even ashamed. What had happened? I’ve been training, I’m a good jumper, what did I do wrong? Was it karmic payback? I left home just as my kid was struggling with some homework—but nothing I thought she couldn’t handle. Or maybe I had been getting too cocky that I could actually do this at my age? Just yesterday I posted videos of my most recent progress on the TRX—I was openly bragging–“toot-toot!” I wrote gleefully. Or it was an error in judgment: I have not slept enough this week, and I knew I was tired before I went tonight. But I wanted to go meet my new friends, I wanted to play and have fun.
The frustration came all at once, and with considerable force. Thankfully I had a friend nearby with a consoling ear and some crutches to lend. All athletes get injured, she said. I didn’t do anything wrong. Yes, I’ve been training, and I was also weekend warrioring it all these months. This has been my problem knee for at least 15 years, maybe it was going to happen anyway. It’s still interesting to watch, almost from outside myself, the emotional lava lamp of fear, regret, anxiety, dread, catatrophization, and sorrow.
Experience and maturity, however, make me optimistic. It’s a temporary setback, and I have resources available to me for recovery, growth, and even enhancement. Now I get to learn how to use crutches, and I can relate much better to my patients with knee injuries. I also get to test my newly formed theory that though we may slow down in general with age, we need not resign ourselves to inevitable and morose decline. Patients ask me often, what should they expect to be able to do at this age or that, how can they know their limits? For a long time I had no good answer. But as I have regained strength, endurance, stability and mobility these last few years (tonight notwithstanding), I now tell them: It depends on what you want and how much you invest. My 1977 Oldsmobile will not run like my 2012 Highlander. But if I really want to drive that thing, I can put in all the special care and maintenance required and make it roadworthy. It’s the same with our bodies. They are incredibly resilient and adaptive, and also mortal. So we must Fuel and Train, then Rest and Recover appropriately.
I guess I pushed past my current limits tonight. Setback acknowledged. I don’t regret the last five months–I made new friends and played and had fun! I anticipate a high-learning road to recovery. And I think I’ll get back before they forget me.