bending_sickle | It fucking hurts.*

So I went to the doctor to see about the chronic and limiting knee pain. It was the same nice young doctor lady as last time, which was nice. After my recap of symptoms and activities, stressing the pain aspect of it (because I have no one else to say this to face to face), she went on to do some tests. The "does this hurt" test. I mean, just breathing hurt, but when she poked the spot on the inside-front of my knee? Owie. (I'd discovered that spot already.)

It turns out I have what is colloquially termed "runner's knee" (ah, the irony). More specifically, from how she explained it (and the internet won't agree on what exactly it is), the side ligament of my knee (medial collateral ligament, see illustration) is inflamed or sprained. (See 'splainy link.)

Her advice is to wait it out. It'll pass, she assures me, in another week or two. (Great!) There's not much else I can do except rest it, ice it and pop painkillers. She suggested I try low-impact exercise, like biking, but considering that just moving around on the bike brings me to fucking tears and incapable of walking afterwards without limping like a sad little tyke, then I'm going for the "fuck that shit" approach.

I am very, very upset about all this. For starters, I'm in pain no matter what I do and will be for a good long while. Also, I can't flippin' walk. My holidays are starting and I'm going to be wandering about Toronto with my mom in a week's time. (If, of course, I can move.) And finally, this is what happens when I finally get psyched and dedicated about physical exercise? About running, which I've always wished I could do for serious? And I only go running twice?!?

How bloody unfair.

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