September 21st, 2004

duke-injured

Yoga Knee

I went to my second yoga class last night. I really enjoyed the class; it was hard work but it felt good. I felt more like I understood the concepts the teacher was trying to convey, and I felt better-connected with my body. Some of the poses weren't easy, but I was able to do most of them. I also walked to and from the class (about a mile each way), which was a great warmup for the class. I got home last night feeling tired, but a good kind of tired.

This morning though....wow. My knee woke me up early this morning literally throbbing. It hasn't throbbed like that in a long time. Not exactly my knee -- the bottom of my quad muscle, just above the knee, where the tendon graft came from. With each beat of my heart, I felt pain splashing down my thigh. I spent the last hour or two before my alarm went off half-asleep, trying to ignore it -- I was too tired to fully wake up and go take a painkiller.

Stupid tendon graft. There have been more than a few times when I've wished I'd gone with cadaver tissue instead. Of course it probably would have had its own problems too, but like the old saying goes: the grass is always greener on the cadaver's side of the fence.

After my alarm went off and I finally dragged myself out of bed, I hobbled over to my trusty family-sized bottle of advil. After taking some, I lay down again and elevated my leg for a little while. It felt quite a bit better about a half-hour later, no more throbbing, and only hurting when I actually used the muscle. That's more like it.

On saturday it will be 9-25, six months since my surgery. Happy anniversary to me... I know I'm getting better, but days like this it doesn't seem like I'll ever heal.

Oh well. At least I enjoyed the yoga class, even if my tendon didn't. Hopefully if I keep at it, I'll continue to heal, get progressively stronger, and stop hurting as much.
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