Sunday, May 06, 2007

I fee-eel goo-ood (dah-da-dah-da-dah-da-dah)

Yesterday morning I woke up feeling good for the first time in over a week. What a relief!

I couldn't honestly tell you what was the matter with me, only that I hurt--all over--and could have slept 20 hours a day if circumstances had allowed. The knee pain that's almost always with me revved up to an overwhelming degree. The right knee, the one I broke in 1968, the one that's so arthritic now I can't even straighten out that leg, screamed at me every time I stepped on my right foot: "Owwww! Stop it! What the hell are you doing? Arrrrrgggh! Don't walk on me!"

The left knee, perhaps sensing that I was favoring its cranky companion, was having none of it. When I stepped on the left foot, the ligaments on either side of the kneecap pinged like razor-wire harpstrings.

But the knees, and their Croc-shodden cousins, the always tender feet, weren't the only source of trouble. All the joints in my body ached, first one, then another, in a kind of traveling pain that had all the intensity of a bad toothache. I never knew where the next attack would come from. It was as if tiny cowboys were herding cattle along the neural pathways of my body, and each time they'd round 'em up near an ankle or an elbow, a finger or a toe, there'd be shouts of "Yee-haw!" that sent me reeling.

My energy level was non-existent. By the end of the second day my sense of humor had died and my ability to concentrate lay in shreds. Standing in one spot long enough to shower was misery. Food didn't appeal to me, and my stomach was upset, either from stress or from not eating properly.

I missed work on Monday. The rest of the week I managed to drag myself there, but what I accomplished in four days should have been done in one. The bright spot of my work week occurred when an elderly client came in, assisted by a walker. The old man looked pretty feeble, but that walker? It was looking good to me. Real good.

The smart thing to do, I suppose, would have been to go to the doctor. Due to the lack of health insurance, that's never my first option. I kept thinking I'd wake up feeling better the next day, or the next one after that. Sure enough, that's what happened yesterday.

Fortunately, I've picked up a number of useful coping skills as I've traveled the path of my life, and one of the best ones is the ability to differentiate between things I have to do (feed the dogs) and things I can put off until another day (answering e-mail). Let's just say that many, many things have been postponed. Some of them (keeping in touch with my cyberfriends, doing a good job at work) were things I value; others (making the bed), not so much.

I've spent the last two days catching up on household chores and projects I've let slide, so I'm back here now with a clean conscience. Thanks so much for the warm thoughts you've been sending my way. I appreciate all of you.

14 comments:

  1. Geeze, sounds like you had the "real" flu. I'm so happy you're back, and so glad you're feeling better! And please don't let us hear of you "eyeing up" a walker again!
    Have a wonderful week!

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  2. Oh, and another thing, I was feeling kind of sad that you were away. :(
    That would be the sappy side of me talking.

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  3. Glad you feel better Velvet, I missed ya!

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  4. Velvet, I was worried about you and I'm so glad you are posting again. Very happy you are better.

    Do you take fish oil supplements??? They are great for aches and pains and highly recommended to fight inflammation in the body. "They" say that inflammation is the underlying cause of many of the problems we face as we age.

    I still have to use my walker from time to time thanks to the arthritis that has settled in my feet... I know what it means when "it looks good."

    Anyway, please take care of yourself and hug the pups. That'll make you feel better. Holly

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  5. Yey, I'm so gload you're back. I sure missed you. There is nothing worse than hurting all over. I'm ten weeks out from my spinal fusion, and there are some days that I still look at my walker with loving eyes. There are times I just say "the hell with it" and take her along!

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  6. I am glad you are not in one of those above ground tombs I have seen in your area! I appreciate
    knees that beg to not be walked
    on...I have those! And Bunions on
    my feet too boot! Oh, misery, why
    do you accompany me!

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  7. I've been missing you too...hate to suggest it but your symptoms sounded a lot like fibromyelgia. Whatever was troubling you, I'm glad you're better! Carmon

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  8. First I thought it sounded like the flu but since I watch Discovery Health against advice from friends, I'm thinking Lyme disease. Whatever it is, I'm glad you're feeling better and are back!

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  9. i glad you are feeling better. i thought you had found a boy friend!

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  10. Ugh, sounds terrible. I'm glad to read you are feeling better. Concerned about your having no insurance though.

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  11. Yippee, Velvet, you're feeling good again, your sense of humor has returned, you're caught up on those nagging chores. I'm so glad to hear your voice again.

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  12. I'm glad you are doing better! I can relate to that feeling about how the walker was looking good.
    I've missed you!

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  13. So glad you are feeling better! Take it slow as you catch up and get back into the swing of things!

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  14. Bad knees seem to get in the way of so much we want to do. Pick up
    something way down on the floor.
    Walk to the refrigerator for a snack. Sweep. Clean.

    Thank heaven, I can just leave my books in a pile by my chair...and
    my crossword...oh, and my chocolate! Sis 3

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