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Aug. 26th, 2013 03:11 pmI'm afraid I'm going to tell about my week THROUGH kvetching. Well, sort of. This post is dedicated to:
Ways I did not sprain my knee this week.
1) I did not sprain my knee climbing Mt. Zealand last Saturday. Which is actually sort of unfortunate. I mean, I might have missed the the Falls, and the view of the Pemi from that one spur trail, to say nothing of crossing off my penultimate 4000-footer. But those trails are ridiculous heavily-trafficked, for reasons that escape me; so someone would have come along within a few minutes, and probably got me to the Hut, whose staff /presumably/ have some first aid knowledge: I would, at least, KNOW whether I'd sprained the thing.
And anyway, climbing a mountain is when you EXPECT to get injured. (Which, I guess, may be why you don't...)
2) I did not sprain my knee putting my foot in my mouth emailing my old friend Mowichleu before I left for Ossipee. (I wanted to email him...but I didn't know what to say...and I figured most of my questions had probably been answered in his blog...and I was in a rush...)
3) I didn't sprain my knee hiking with Peter: I didn't get it caught in some cleft in Big Rock Cave, and I didn't sprain it getting him over that stream (although I dunked my boot in the drink twice, and narrowly escaped falling, which would have had results I don't like to imagine.) And this was a good thing, since it turned out that going that extra distance had been a really bad idea, and I wound up carrying him a lot of the way home.
4) I didn't sprain my knee tripping over lego in the living room in the middle of the night; and I didn't sprain it in some kind of suicide attempt or flight of madness, after too many days of single-parenting started to get on my nerves.
Instead, I slipped on the rocks by the cottage this morning, walking across them to repair a sandcastle. Slipped, swore loudly, apparently turned a somersault and wrenched my knee in falling; I wound up head downward, half on the rocks and half on the beach, with my breath half knocked out of me. It could have been a lot worse: in the few moments where I fought for balance and fell, I was expecting to break my neck, or at least do something like dislocate my shoulder again that would have me asking Peter to fish my cell phone from my pocket, and then explain how to dial 911. And I spent about a minute lying on the sand to assess whether any of these had happened. Then I got myself to sitting, and eventually determined that I could stand.
But my knee is...well, I'm not even sure. It's mostly functional, but it hurts, kindofalot. I've never sprained a knee before - I'd forgotten that you COULD sprain them - but it DOES feel a bit like my ankles have on too many occasions in the past. In any case, I don't think I'm going to go jogging tomorrow as planned.
And I'm rapidly running out of non-gimpy joints.
ETA (since I actually wrote this on Friday night): I think this makes the whole vacation sound way worse than it was. And like I say, Saturday was...well, unexpectedly CRAZY, but in a good way, mostly. Except for the bit with the maple syrup.
More later: I should finish reading all of YOUR blogs, and perhaps even get some editing done.
Ways I did not sprain my knee this week.
1) I did not sprain my knee climbing Mt. Zealand last Saturday. Which is actually sort of unfortunate. I mean, I might have missed the the Falls, and the view of the Pemi from that one spur trail, to say nothing of crossing off my penultimate 4000-footer. But those trails are ridiculous heavily-trafficked, for reasons that escape me; so someone would have come along within a few minutes, and probably got me to the Hut, whose staff /presumably/ have some first aid knowledge: I would, at least, KNOW whether I'd sprained the thing.
And anyway, climbing a mountain is when you EXPECT to get injured. (Which, I guess, may be why you don't...)
2) I did not sprain my knee putting my foot in my mouth emailing my old friend Mowichleu before I left for Ossipee. (I wanted to email him...but I didn't know what to say...and I figured most of my questions had probably been answered in his blog...and I was in a rush...)
3) I didn't sprain my knee hiking with Peter: I didn't get it caught in some cleft in Big Rock Cave, and I didn't sprain it getting him over that stream (although I dunked my boot in the drink twice, and narrowly escaped falling, which would have had results I don't like to imagine.) And this was a good thing, since it turned out that going that extra distance had been a really bad idea, and I wound up carrying him a lot of the way home.
4) I didn't sprain my knee tripping over lego in the living room in the middle of the night; and I didn't sprain it in some kind of suicide attempt or flight of madness, after too many days of single-parenting started to get on my nerves.
Instead, I slipped on the rocks by the cottage this morning, walking across them to repair a sandcastle. Slipped, swore loudly, apparently turned a somersault and wrenched my knee in falling; I wound up head downward, half on the rocks and half on the beach, with my breath half knocked out of me. It could have been a lot worse: in the few moments where I fought for balance and fell, I was expecting to break my neck, or at least do something like dislocate my shoulder again that would have me asking Peter to fish my cell phone from my pocket, and then explain how to dial 911. And I spent about a minute lying on the sand to assess whether any of these had happened. Then I got myself to sitting, and eventually determined that I could stand.
But my knee is...well, I'm not even sure. It's mostly functional, but it hurts, kindofalot. I've never sprained a knee before - I'd forgotten that you COULD sprain them - but it DOES feel a bit like my ankles have on too many occasions in the past. In any case, I don't think I'm going to go jogging tomorrow as planned.
And I'm rapidly running out of non-gimpy joints.
ETA (since I actually wrote this on Friday night): I think this makes the whole vacation sound way worse than it was. And like I say, Saturday was...well, unexpectedly CRAZY, but in a good way, mostly. Except for the bit with the maple syrup.
More later: I should finish reading all of YOUR blogs, and perhaps even get some editing done.
