So, while I think it's safe to say that I didn't tear my ACL -- I think it's also safe to say that I definitely did something to my knee, and that something is not going away on it's own.
I squatted down to take a photo with my daughter last Sunday at the Walk for Autism when I heard and felt a "pop" in my knee. Right away I knew something wasn't right but I thought for sure it would've worked itself out by now. Hmmm. Not so much it seems. It hurts to straighten it - it hurts to bend it a certain way. And while there's no swelling, there's a constant ache and pain that goes to the top of my knee by my quad; sometimes if I press where it's tender, I'll also get a twinge to my Achilles. Odd, huh?
So, on Sunday I spoke to my two cousins who have both had knee issues; one of them, is the "Queen of All Things Knee". I should've thought to call her immediately. Whatever was I thinking? Well, I know what I was thinking -- I was thinking it would go away. Or that I could just run and shake it off - work through it.
I guess not.
So my cousin was nice enough to refer me to her orthopedic surgeon who's office will hopefully book me relatively quickly.
Thoughts like "meniscus tears" aren't exactly what a girl who's athletic wants to hear. But I suppose it's not unrecoverable, so...I'll just wait and see what the doctor thinks.
Funny thing is both my cousins were like "how old are you?" and when I told them they both were saying "yup, welcome to the 'Club of When You Start to Fall Apart'. You're not a kid anymore you know!"...or something like that. Which was really quite funny because seriously -- I'm not old enough!
I am still a kid!
Thirty-something is like being in your Twenties.
And I refuse to fall apart...!
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No. I refuse to belive it. We canNOT start falling apart in our 30s. Maybe if you don't exercise or eat right. But NOT if we do.
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