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I am so frustrated with my left knee. For two weeks now, it has been nothing but uncooperative and awkward, and it's keeping me from working out. Today I broke down and finally called Kelsey-Seybold for an appointment next Friday (have to wait for payday LOL) -- only because Pat said if I kept abusing it, I might need surgery.
Yesterday I got on the treadmill and walked for 10 minutes, jogged for 30, and then walked for 20 minutes. I burned 400 calories and felt pretty darn good. Then I came home, looked down, and there it was: a swollen mass above my kneecap, accusing me of abuse. I attempted to placate it with ice -- lots and lots of ice -- but when Pat came home and saw my knee, she yelled and asked what the hell was wrong with me. She's so worried that I am overworking it. I just started to cry that I needed to be thin, I want to be thin, and I can't believe this fat lump won't go away.
I left my knee alone today. I didn't go to the gym, and I don't plan to until Friday. I'm going to let it heal. I'm going to let it rest. And if by Friday it's still f**ed up, I'm going to the doctor next week to ask for whatever is making it lumpy to be taken out. I don't know. Maybe they can suck out the fluid with a straw. Or pop it like a pimple.
Bad knee. Bad knee.
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