Limping and Blinking

There I was, on my way to bash that pickleball, when my sneaker hit the ground at an angle, my ankle did an unpleasant turn, and my knee was suddenly unhappy.

          And here I had just been thinking how great my knees had been feeling since I’d bought new sneakers. I played a bit more, and then had to call for a sub to jump into the game for me. Fortunately, I do enjoy just watching, and I got in some good chat time on the bench with the rest of the gang who were waiting for their turn to play.

          With two retired physical therapists and any number of retired nurses in our group, I received plenty of advice; one PT even manipulated my knee a bit. So, the rest of the day and on Saturday it was ibuprofen, rest, and ice. I even felt well enough to take a slooow walk around the complex. Sunday I hiked around the grocery store, and Monday I strapped in my over-the-counter knee brace and played.

 Yeah – not a great idea. I guess quiet walks and the movements on the court are two different things.

And of course, because I had a brunch to go to on Monday, I woke up on Saturday with an itchy, swollen eyelid. My family being of the don’t-worry-until-the-bone-is-actually-sticking-out school of treatment, I figured it would go away.

Nope. Since that brunch involved me bringing food, I figured I wouldn’t be super welcome arriving with conjunctivitis. So off to the urgent care people Sunday morning. No, it wasn’t pinkeye, it was probably a stye, but an antibiotic treatment was prescribed anyway.

Still, Monday morning I did try calming it down with a little ice, and when I arrived no one gasped and told me to leave, so I guess my secret was safe.