It is Day 11 of NaBloPoMo 2017: Field Notes from a Life in Medicine, Day 10 of Bum Knee Cathy.
So far, so good! This third time through NBPM is definitely easier and less stressful than before. It’s not my best writing, but it’s not bad. I’m spending less time thinking and writing, and having ‘way more fun. Can’t say that much for BKC, though. I’ve never had an injury like this and I’m not quite sure what to expect. The good news is, swelling is decreasing and I limp a little less every day.
I had not gone 7 days without exercise in almost three years, and it was starting to feel a little too comfortable. It also did not help that we had a bag of Kit Kats left over from Halloween—bad planning. So on day 8 I decided to see what I could do in the gym. Turns out, I still need to avoid activities that require me to plant my feet or fully extend the knees. But there is still a lot I can do, and today I found a full suite of moves, some modified, that were enough to break a sweat, woo hooooo!! Even though I wrote that I was good about losing my training discipline, I was still worried.
Today, however, I have my confidence back. Earlier this week I reconciled with the possibility of not playing volleyball anymore, but I have not given up on my intention to get back on the court. And if that’s not possible, then I can try the other things on my list: martial arts, kickboxing, tennis, and who knows what else? Still so many possibilities!
The day before I hurt myself I passed a lady on the way to work. She was older, obese, walking with a limp and a cane. I came up behind her, slowed down, and passed her when space opened up on the sidewalk. I suddenly appreciated my unencumbered gait. How ironic. My parents are almost 70 years old and they just returned from a month-long tour of China and Taiwan. He golfs and she still precepts nursing students in the hospital. Neither of them has ever had a prolonged period of immobility, even after major surgery. They still move through life confident in what their bodies can do, looking forward to their next trip. I know many orthopaedic surgeons. With them I have shared patients who got their lives back after joint replacement surgery—able to walk, golf, and even ski again—without pain, and with confidence.
Tonight I appreciate that much more what my parents have achieved and what my colleagues do. I appreciate my body that much more, and what is required to maintain it. I appreciate the importance of conversations with my own patients, when we talk about establishing habits in middle age that will allow us all to be strong and healthy in old age.
How much do we take our mobility for granted? For myself, not as much today as I did 12 days ago.