I rang of course to say that I wasn't coming. That's the great thing about being a grown up. You can do that.
But I am skiving. I'm skiving my Physio....
Why you might ask?
Well, it's all to do with quite how much pain you can put yourself through, before you say ENOUGH. NO MORE!
It started two weeks ago, when I went for my regular weekly appointment. "You're doing well" says my physio, "let's put you on the exercise bike." "Have you got one of these at home?" she says. "No" say I , thinking that if we had spare funds it might well go on a boiler or a new heating system first....
It's the way I speak. People seem to think that you have money, exotic holidays, and a fully fitted gym at home, when you speak like this.
Half way through the exercise regime, I need to ask a question, so I stop peddling...........
BIG MISTAKE. Pedal pushes at knee. Knee goes completely out of place causing immense pain. Am put on bed and given ice. Great, this is supposed to be healing therapy and am now more incapacitated than on arrival!
"Well" she says, "That shouldn't happen, but I'm glad that it happened here. At least I now know what I'm dealing with."
Well, I'm glad you're glad I think.
"You could do with an MRI scan" she says.
"I've had one" say I.
Realisation that no-one has bothered to give the physio the copy of the MRI scan.....
Much shuffling of paper. Call to the other hospital to find scan. Have to sign a "release" form to allow her the rights to the scan, and finally after a long time of sitting on the bed with ice on my knee we have a report.
"I think that you need an arthroscopy" she says. Which coincidentally, is what the GP said seven weeks ago, but which Mr. Brosnan said wasn't necessary......... But it definitely is. There's a foreign body floating around somewhere. No-one can agree on what it is. I'm sort of hoping that it might be something rare that I could sell on Ebay to pay off the mortgage, but chances are that it's a bit of bone. Thing is that from three different people I've been told three different things. Now call me a cynic if you must, but I strongly suspect that there is a chance that they don't know........
So they need to have a look really.
Last week, she put me on the bike and after ten minutes came back and said "You've slowed down!". Excuse me!! Now I know that I need to lose weight and obviously would benefit from more exercise, but I thought this was supposed to be therapy for a damaged knee, not a fitness regime. After that, I struggled through to the weekend with my stiff (er) knee. Then, on Saturday, my birthday, as I was leaving for my theatre school, late of course, due to birthday things, I realised that I didn't have my mobile phone. So, ran back into the house with my half a three legged, but really two legged run, skidded, due to wet shoes from the rain, and landed awkwardly, twisting my bad knee - again...
The slight light on the horizon is that I do have a new appointment to see Piers, who will hopefully agree to proper treatment this time. Or, some treatment might be nice. The only problem is that I have to wait until 6th June, for a consultation..........but at least it's sort of moving in the right direction.
And so...... maybe I'm a bit of a wimp after all, but I couldn't face ten minutes on the exercise bike again this morning, so I'm writing my blog instead.
Sally's writing is about being a mother of five, now all too grown up, children, (four girls, one boy) a husband, a dog, and a serious ambition to be a mortgage free and famous actress, voice over artist, broadcaster, writer and teacher.
The "Cast" List for the blog includes:
Hubby - Her husband,
ED - Eldest Daughter,
ESOS - Eldest son only son,
Sensible - Second daughter,
Gymnast - Third daughter,
Tinkerbell Mushroom - Youngest daughter and youngest child,
Mad Dog - AKA Lucy - the border collie.
Guest appearances by MIL (mother in law), parents, two brothers, inlaws, nephews, nieces and great nephew.