I won't say I hate the body

But when I suddenly experience a stabbing, violent pain in my right knee after getting off the train without ever doing anything that might cause pain, it makes me want to scream.
I almost didn't think I'd make it into my office building. My knee wanted to collapse. Walking -- the act of bending the knee, taking a step, straightening the knee, putting pressure on the leg -- was so excruciating I almost turned around to go home. And then I thought, no, it's Monday. We have a long day in the law library ahead of us. I'll live. Maybe it will get better.
It got tolerable. I went to the bathroom and in the stall I looked at my knees. They are covered in bruises and they are swollen. I didn't do anything to cause bruising. And now my left knee isn't doing so well. But in the exact spot on the top of my knee where it feels stabby stabby and on fire -- just off to the outside -- there is a lovely faint black, blue, and purple spot.
Mondays. Huh. I never imagined it being a Monday, a rainy Monday, could bruise me just by existing. Now both knees are throbbing. But the left isn't so bad, since the damage isn't on the joint, it's toward the inside of the kneecap. I wish I didn't have to walk at all. I think I'll go apply some massage oil and amateur Reiki.

Fuck, I want to cry.
Stupid body.

I won't say I hate the body

But when I suddenly experience a stabbing, violent pain in my right knee after getting off the train without ever doing anything that might cause pain, it makes me want to scream.
I almost didn't think I'd make it into my office building. My knee wanted to collapse. Walking -- the act of bending the knee, taking a step, straightening the knee, putting pressure on the leg -- was so excruciating I almost turned around to go home. And then I thought, no, it's Monday. We have a long day in the law library ahead of us. I'll live. Maybe it will get better.
It got tolerable. I went to the bathroom and in the stall I looked at my knees. They are covered in bruises and they are swollen. I didn't do anything to cause bruising. And now my left knee isn't doing so well. But in the exact spot on the top of my knee where it feels stabby stabby and on fire -- just off to the outside -- there is a lovely faint black, blue, and purple spot.
Mondays. Huh. I never imagined it being a Monday, a rainy Monday, could bruise me just by existing. Now both knees are throbbing. But the left isn't so bad, since the damage isn't on the joint, it's toward the inside of the kneecap. I wish I didn't have to walk at all. I think I'll go apply some massage oil and amateur Reiki.

Fuck, I want to cry.
Stupid body.

I won't say I hate the body

But when I suddenly experience a stabbing, violent pain in my right knee after getting off the train without ever doing anything that might cause pain, it makes me want to scream.
I almost didn't think I'd make it into my office building. My knee wanted to collapse. Walking -- the act of bending the knee, taking a step, straightening the knee, putting pressure on the leg -- was so excruciating I almost turned around to go home. And then I thought, no, it's Monday. We have a long day in the law library ahead of us. I'll live. Maybe it will get better.
It got tolerable. I went to the bathroom and in the stall I looked at my knees. They are covered in bruises and they are swollen. I didn't do anything to cause bruising. And now my left knee isn't doing so well. But in the exact spot on the top of my knee where it feels stabby stabby and on fire -- just off to the outside -- there is a lovely faint black, blue, and purple spot.
Mondays. Huh. I never imagined it being a Monday, a rainy Monday, could bruise me just by existing. Now both knees are throbbing. But the left isn't so bad, since the damage isn't on the joint, it's toward the inside of the kneecap. I wish I didn't have to walk at all. I think I'll go apply some massage oil and amateur Reiki.

Fuck, I want to cry.
Stupid body.

I love Ayurveda

http://www.planetherbs.com/articles/ashwagandha.htm
http://www.planetherbs.com/articles/triphala.html
http://www.nutrasanus.com/turmeric.html
http://www.vitaminstuff.com/herbs-turmeric.html

It's not the world's oldest holistic healthcare system for nothing.

Bruising and inflammation from gods know what. Bad knee.
I am applying an ice cold water bottle to the knee, applying Reiki energy, and taking Ashwagandha, Turmeric, and Triphala with some cold milk that I bought on my lunch break. It is the combination that is making it hurt less. I'm also massaging with a lotion containing MSM and hyaluronic acid. Tonight I shall take those two in capsule form as well.

I love Ayurveda

http://www.planetherbs.com/articles/ashwagandha.htm
http://www.planetherbs.com/articles/triphala.html
http://www.nutrasanus.com/turmeric.html
http://www.vitaminstuff.com/herbs-turmeric.html

It's not the world's oldest holistic healthcare system for nothing.

Bruising and inflammation from gods know what. Bad knee.
I am applying an ice cold water bottle to the knee, applying Reiki energy, and taking Ashwagandha, Turmeric, and Triphala with some cold milk that I bought on my lunch break. It is the combination that is making it hurt less. I'm also massaging with a lotion containing MSM and hyaluronic acid. Tonight I shall take those two in capsule form as well.

I love Ayurveda

http://www.planetherbs.com/articles/ashwagandha.htm
http://www.planetherbs.com/articles/triphala.html
http://www.nutrasanus.com/turmeric.html
http://www.vitaminstuff.com/herbs-turmeric.html

It's not the world's oldest holistic healthcare system for nothing.

Bruising and inflammation from gods know what. Bad knee.
I am applying an ice cold water bottle to the knee, applying Reiki energy, and taking Ashwagandha, Turmeric, and Triphala with some cold milk that I bought on my lunch break. It is the combination that is making it hurt less. I'm also massaging with a lotion containing MSM and hyaluronic acid. Tonight I shall take those two in capsule form as well.

misstep

Upon hobbling home, I went straight upstairs fell onto the bed, and placed a pillow under my right knee. About an hour later, Adam came home. He asked to look at my knee. He poked at it for a few seconds -- which caused painful searing pressure. And then he did something that was, naturally, unexpected. He grabbed my leg, pulled it up straight, pressed down on my kneecap hard with his hand, and did something that made me scream hard enough to hurt my own ears. Warmth and pure energy flowed into my leg. Adam twisted his palm hard, pushed again, and the flow of energy pulsed, shifted and became a direct force. It braided under my skin and through my muscles. The searing pain turned to a slow, gentle, humming throb like the flow of water. After my scream died down, I asked him what had done. Or rather, I panted, "What... what... how... what did you do? What was that? What did you do to me?"
"I just put your knee back in place," he said.
"Wait," I gasped. "Back in place? Was... was my kneecap dislocated?"
He paused. "Mmm, not exactly. More like badly misaligned. Muscles and tendons and ligaments were too tight around it. I just realigned it and pushed things back in place. The muscles around your knee were tensed up and knotted, so I fixed that too."
"Oh," I said. "Oh. Okay. Thank you."
"How does it feel?"
I thought about that. "It's... warm. It tingles. It definitely feels relaxed."
"Good," he smiled.
"I still don't understand how it could have happened. All I did was get off a train!"
Adam shrugged. "You probably just stepped wrong. But it's all good now. Love you!"
And he went downstairs.
This is nothing unusual. He is a balance wizard, after all. Balancing chaos and order is his game and his natural power. That is how he sees the universe. And it's not just because he reads L.E. Modesitt's Recluce Saga like stereo instructions for magic.
My husband is just good like that.
Danny poked his head in the doorway. "I've heard screaming like that before, but for very different reasons!"
I smiled faintly. "May I ask a favor of you later? Give me some good Reiki on my knee?"
"Sure thing, hon."
And then I lay back, flexed and stretched my leg, and watched the rest of The Simpsons.

Huh. Misaligned knee. I never would have guessed. And if Adam had not come home when he did and solved the problem, it could have gotten a lot worse.

We are having steak and pasta. I love steak and pasta.

misstep

Upon hobbling home, I went straight upstairs fell onto the bed, and placed a pillow under my right knee. About an hour later, Adam came home. He asked to look at my knee. He poked at it for a few seconds -- which caused painful searing pressure. And then he did something that was, naturally, unexpected. He grabbed my leg, pulled it up straight, pressed down on my kneecap hard with his hand, and did something that made me scream hard enough to hurt my own ears. Warmth and pure energy flowed into my leg. Adam twisted his palm hard, pushed again, and the flow of energy pulsed, shifted and became a direct force. It braided under my skin and through my muscles. The searing pain turned to a slow, gentle, humming throb like the flow of water. After my scream died down, I asked him what had done. Or rather, I panted, "What... what... how... what did you do? What was that? What did you do to me?"
"I just put your knee back in place," he said.
"Wait," I gasped. "Back in place? Was... was my kneecap dislocated?"
He paused. "Mmm, not exactly. More like badly misaligned. Muscles and tendons and ligaments were too tight around it. I just realigned it and pushed things back in place. The muscles around your knee were tensed up and knotted, so I fixed that too."
"Oh," I said. "Oh. Okay. Thank you."
"How does it feel?"
I thought about that. "It's... warm. It tingles. It definitely feels relaxed."
"Good," he smiled.
"I still don't understand how it could have happened. All I did was get off a train!"
Adam shrugged. "You probably just stepped wrong. But it's all good now. Love you!"
And he went downstairs.
This is nothing unusual. He is a balance wizard, after all. Balancing chaos and order is his game and his natural power. That is how he sees the universe. And it's not just because he reads L.E. Modesitt's Recluce Saga like stereo instructions for magic.
My husband is just good like that.
Danny poked his head in the doorway. "I've heard screaming like that before, but for very different reasons!"
I smiled faintly. "May I ask a favor of you later? Give me some good Reiki on my knee?"
"Sure thing, hon."
And then I lay back, flexed and stretched my leg, and watched the rest of The Simpsons.

Huh. Misaligned knee. I never would have guessed. And if Adam had not come home when he did and solved the problem, it could have gotten a lot worse.

We are having steak and pasta. I love steak and pasta.

misstep

Upon hobbling home, I went straight upstairs fell onto the bed, and placed a pillow under my right knee. About an hour later, Adam came home. He asked to look at my knee. He poked at it for a few seconds -- which caused painful searing pressure. And then he did something that was, naturally, unexpected. He grabbed my leg, pulled it up straight, pressed down on my kneecap hard with his hand, and did something that made me scream hard enough to hurt my own ears. Warmth and pure energy flowed into my leg. Adam twisted his palm hard, pushed again, and the flow of energy pulsed, shifted and became a direct force. It braided under my skin and through my muscles. The searing pain turned to a slow, gentle, humming throb like the flow of water. After my scream died down, I asked him what had done. Or rather, I panted, "What... what... how... what did you do? What was that? What did you do to me?"
"I just put your knee back in place," he said.
"Wait," I gasped. "Back in place? Was... was my kneecap dislocated?"
He paused. "Mmm, not exactly. More like badly misaligned. Muscles and tendons and ligaments were too tight around it. I just realigned it and pushed things back in place. The muscles around your knee were tensed up and knotted, so I fixed that too."
"Oh," I said. "Oh. Okay. Thank you."
"How does it feel?"
I thought about that. "It's... warm. It tingles. It definitely feels relaxed."
"Good," he smiled.
"I still don't understand how it could have happened. All I did was get off a train!"
Adam shrugged. "You probably just stepped wrong. But it's all good now. Love you!"
And he went downstairs.
This is nothing unusual. He is a balance wizard, after all. Balancing chaos and order is his game and his natural power. That is how he sees the universe. And it's not just because he reads L.E. Modesitt's Recluce Saga like stereo instructions for magic.
My husband is just good like that.
Danny poked his head in the doorway. "I've heard screaming like that before, but for very different reasons!"
I smiled faintly. "May I ask a favor of you later? Give me some good Reiki on my knee?"
"Sure thing, hon."
And then I lay back, flexed and stretched my leg, and watched the rest of The Simpsons.

Huh. Misaligned knee. I never would have guessed. And if Adam had not come home when he did and solved the problem, it could have gotten a lot worse.

We are having steak and pasta. I love steak and pasta.