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angelakI don't know where to start! I've stepped away from LJ updating when things started getting less lousy. Not intentionally.
First things first: Doctor. My new doctor was a lot better than my old doc. We did an ultrasound on both knees and determined that the mostly healed tendon is actually in fact very healthy and doing a good job of healing. There is one tiny area under the patella that seems aggravated, and my doctor said this was likely on account of (again) my day to day under the desk duties. NO, not those duties. Dirty LJ fucks.
The ones that require me to move and swap equipment by kneeling and crawling on my hands and knees. He said that if I stopped doing these duties for 2-3 months, that I would most likely heal entirely with not much ado. He said I could keep running every other day – provided it is flat surface. This is a relief. Pretty much all of it.
The ultrasound allowed him to look at the layers and see how the tissues were healing (of course he knew what that looked like, I wouldn't have known exactly that it looked good, but he said it in fact did.)
He sent me away with a note that my mom graciously asked him if he would write for my boss.
They also determined that my knees are not pregnant.
;)
So, I had to step up my game and get some real balls to show my boss that I could not do these duties anymore. Which accounts for a major part of my job, but I saw my old doctor's note from May and it said pretty much the same thing with less finality. And the doctor did NOT translate and say, “Listen, if you keep crawling or kneeling in any fashion regularly, you'll always have this issue. If you stop, it will go away.”
I got up the go-nadz to talk to Chris. He was rather understanding and assured me to keep reminding him if he did forget and ask me to do something that I really shouldn't. So until February 2009, I'm going to avoid crawling or kneeling because it stretches the tendon just so under the kneecap.
And I don't have to refrain from running.
This was all terribly good news. It's not a life long situation. I can take 2-3 months as an answer. I can deal with that. The chat with my boss was difficult to muster, but I managed because I knew that it affected my future. I think I handled it rather well. I indicated that the good news is that we got all the machine upgrades done. The bad news was that it probably was responsible for prolonging my condition.
I tried to make it clear how much I wanted to do what he asked of me and how I just cannot keep compromising my personal health for it – for just a few months. I think it came off great.
In other news, this week draws to a close. We should be getting the appointment soon to close on our house. I am bitten by the bug of wanting to plan my new environment. With money that I will get from selling my old appliances, I hope to buy some cool shit for the new home. Area rugs (to protect the carpet beneath them in the high traffic areas and to be pretty and cozy) and curtains/sheers.
My one mistake with SideA was that I chose all dark curtains and I knew it was a risk of making the place dark. It did. This time around I want 874 (the house number, and how I refer to it) to be brighter. I can also scarcely contain my excitement about the fact I will have my OWN temple space in my home. This is a first. It's not going to be a corner encroached upon by my own crap, or the crap of others'.
In SideA, I had wanted the spare room to encompass this role, but it got taken over by a combination of Jim and my belongings and eventually I just packed up my altar entirely because it was at risk. I feel like a lot of my spiritual focus vanished when I did this. I think for as long as I can remember thinking of getting my own place, I had wanted to find a way to have a room for a temple space. Also a space I could go to when I felt like being centered. A place where everything else doesn't get in the way.
So there it is. I have no idea how to outfit the room except I got a few things furniture wise off CL: A chest that doubles as a bench with little pillows, a bookcase with a cupboard on the bottom of it, and a shelf that matches the chest and bookcase. Because I'd rather have my desk in the temple space, than the exercise bike – I'm going to put my desk in there. The exercise bike can somehow go in the Den until I can find a way to sell it and eventually find a decent treadmill to be honest.
(A fold up treadmill). For now the exercise bike in the Den can continue to serve as my personal laundry drying rack and extra chair... I am scared to use it because I don't want to aggravate the tendons. (It's a recumbent exercise bike). It was once used a lot when I would use my computer and ride it. Now I'm sort of done with it. :P
If I could sell it, I could save the money and put it into a treadmill...
Eh. Last time I tried to sell it, no one ever actually showed to buy it. Drats, right?
Anyways. The collective excitement between Jim and I is getting stronger and when we get that apt to sign the docs I will probably die. I have a truck reserved and some people that are willing to be gracious enough to help. Gods bless them, because my family is (going to help) and be keeping me from over-doing it. ;)
It has been over 5 years since I had a bath.
Because I had no bath tub in my house. Yes. Stinky right? Well, I've had 2 different shower stalls. And I'm tired of not having the option! And this place has 2 bath rooms with TWO BATH TUBS! HAH! TAKE THAT!
Ahhh anyways.
I can write more later I suppose.
Also. I am shrinking in size once again – even though my weight is roughly the same. I'm stoked. I've worked hard to get to this place. Again.
:P
-Angela
First things first: Doctor. My new doctor was a lot better than my old doc. We did an ultrasound on both knees and determined that the mostly healed tendon is actually in fact very healthy and doing a good job of healing. There is one tiny area under the patella that seems aggravated, and my doctor said this was likely on account of (again) my day to day under the desk duties. NO, not those duties. Dirty LJ fucks.
The ones that require me to move and swap equipment by kneeling and crawling on my hands and knees. He said that if I stopped doing these duties for 2-3 months, that I would most likely heal entirely with not much ado. He said I could keep running every other day – provided it is flat surface. This is a relief. Pretty much all of it.
The ultrasound allowed him to look at the layers and see how the tissues were healing (of course he knew what that looked like, I wouldn't have known exactly that it looked good, but he said it in fact did.)
He sent me away with a note that my mom graciously asked him if he would write for my boss.
They also determined that my knees are not pregnant.
;)
So, I had to step up my game and get some real balls to show my boss that I could not do these duties anymore. Which accounts for a major part of my job, but I saw my old doctor's note from May and it said pretty much the same thing with less finality. And the doctor did NOT translate and say, “Listen, if you keep crawling or kneeling in any fashion regularly, you'll always have this issue. If you stop, it will go away.”
I got up the go-nadz to talk to Chris. He was rather understanding and assured me to keep reminding him if he did forget and ask me to do something that I really shouldn't. So until February 2009, I'm going to avoid crawling or kneeling because it stretches the tendon just so under the kneecap.
And I don't have to refrain from running.
This was all terribly good news. It's not a life long situation. I can take 2-3 months as an answer. I can deal with that. The chat with my boss was difficult to muster, but I managed because I knew that it affected my future. I think I handled it rather well. I indicated that the good news is that we got all the machine upgrades done. The bad news was that it probably was responsible for prolonging my condition.
I tried to make it clear how much I wanted to do what he asked of me and how I just cannot keep compromising my personal health for it – for just a few months. I think it came off great.
In other news, this week draws to a close. We should be getting the appointment soon to close on our house. I am bitten by the bug of wanting to plan my new environment. With money that I will get from selling my old appliances, I hope to buy some cool shit for the new home. Area rugs (to protect the carpet beneath them in the high traffic areas and to be pretty and cozy) and curtains/sheers.
My one mistake with SideA was that I chose all dark curtains and I knew it was a risk of making the place dark. It did. This time around I want 874 (the house number, and how I refer to it) to be brighter. I can also scarcely contain my excitement about the fact I will have my OWN temple space in my home. This is a first. It's not going to be a corner encroached upon by my own crap, or the crap of others'.
In SideA, I had wanted the spare room to encompass this role, but it got taken over by a combination of Jim and my belongings and eventually I just packed up my altar entirely because it was at risk. I feel like a lot of my spiritual focus vanished when I did this. I think for as long as I can remember thinking of getting my own place, I had wanted to find a way to have a room for a temple space. Also a space I could go to when I felt like being centered. A place where everything else doesn't get in the way.
So there it is. I have no idea how to outfit the room except I got a few things furniture wise off CL: A chest that doubles as a bench with little pillows, a bookcase with a cupboard on the bottom of it, and a shelf that matches the chest and bookcase. Because I'd rather have my desk in the temple space, than the exercise bike – I'm going to put my desk in there. The exercise bike can somehow go in the Den until I can find a way to sell it and eventually find a decent treadmill to be honest.
(A fold up treadmill). For now the exercise bike in the Den can continue to serve as my personal laundry drying rack and extra chair... I am scared to use it because I don't want to aggravate the tendons. (It's a recumbent exercise bike). It was once used a lot when I would use my computer and ride it. Now I'm sort of done with it. :P
If I could sell it, I could save the money and put it into a treadmill...
Eh. Last time I tried to sell it, no one ever actually showed to buy it. Drats, right?
Anyways. The collective excitement between Jim and I is getting stronger and when we get that apt to sign the docs I will probably die. I have a truck reserved and some people that are willing to be gracious enough to help. Gods bless them, because my family is (going to help) and be keeping me from over-doing it. ;)
It has been over 5 years since I had a bath.
Because I had no bath tub in my house. Yes. Stinky right? Well, I've had 2 different shower stalls. And I'm tired of not having the option! And this place has 2 bath rooms with TWO BATH TUBS! HAH! TAKE THAT!
Ahhh anyways.
I can write more later I suppose.
Also. I am shrinking in size once again – even though my weight is roughly the same. I'm stoked. I've worked hard to get to this place. Again.
:P
-Angela
