Get this: I DIDN’T mess it up because of boot-camp, I just messed it up AT boot-camp.
I’ve had a re-occurring problem where my knee cap has popped in and out of the socket since I was 16-years old. Because it’s been happening so long in my life, I got used to it. It seems almost silly now that I say that, but I never really took care of the problem, because it always healed up on it’s own, after a day of walking funny and trying to keep off of it.
I’ve never had my knee hurt as bad as it did on this occasion. I knew something else was wrong. That was a Saturday. I still had to be mommy to two under five-year olds, I still had to resume my responsibility to church that I committed to having the youth group over my house on Sunday, and I waited patiently while my husband came home from a fishing trip on Sunday evening. It could have been worse.
It all worked out, as it usually does and I saw my doctor on Monday. He called the problem a “rearrangement of the knee.” I had x-ray’s done the same day and had to wait for insurance approval to get an MRI. That was new.
I didn’t get MRI results back for another week. Now we were in July and getting ready for a camping trip to Yosemite National Park. I was still able to function, but I had lost my awesome for a week and a half.
What does that mean you ask? You know, your “awesome.” I’m using it a a noun here. Most people have it, but some people have a hard time describing it. It’s the thing that makes you function. It’s the thing that wakes you up in the morning. It’s the thing that keeps you running during the day even though it seems like you don’t have anything else to give. That’s my ‘awesome.’
I had completely lost it. I had burned my finger on the oven while cooking, I was spilling things everywhere (it seemed) causing more work for me to clean messes up (I already have three kids to clean after) and I felt like I couldn’t do anything right the first time. I just wasn’t myself.
Anyway, I was able to make an appointment with the Sports Injury Specialist the Monday after our Yosemite vacation. While there, they took additional x-rays, drained my knee of about an inch worth of orange-red fluid in a VERY LARGE needle, and told me that I had a displaced patella.
At least at the specialist they were able to tell me EXACTLY what was going on. Apparently my knee did not pop back into place this time, as it had so many times before. This was a problem that had been occurring for the past 20+ years. I’m just getting old and my body is reacting to the stress I’m putting it under with my new workout routine.
Insert a big sigh.
All this work and my body doesn’t like it. Humph. Go figure.
I continued working out with my trainer until the week before my surgery. We did all upper body work including abs and whoa sometimes those abs hurt!
The surgery itself took place in August, and I took a before photo.
Here’s my post surgery pic and it will pretty much look like this for the next week.
Yes, it stinks. But there are positives. My awesome mom-in-love bought me a tray to eat in bed. My friends have been bringing my family meals throughout the week and through the weekend. I have received cards and FB posts to cheer me up (and they have!) I get to do things I haven’t been able to do while working and being mommy all the time.
Here’s what I wrote on FB just yesterday:
Thanks for reading this. Have a great week and I hope you stay safe. Keep working on your life, finding your awesome and your hustle! There’s no excuse. And it’s really not that bad.