Indigo jones

I hobbled to the doctor’s office on Friday morning, and left with a heavy-duty knee brace, a prescription for a strong anti-inflammatory and a referral to an orthopedist/sports medicine doctor.

I made it to the office with assistance, and spent the day propped up in front of my computer with an icepack.

The anti-inflammatory has its plusses and minuses; it makes me feel a little “woozy”, but it has completely obliterated all of my chronic, cranky gym aches and pains. It ‘s effect on the knee is less profound, but today I can walk gingerly with a major limp, which is better than the slow-mo version of the painful chicken dance I was doing, in an effort to propel my body forward without actually walking.

Getting around New York City is a challenge. Taxis are scarce during rush hour, which seems to be several hours long in evening, where it is almost impossible to get a cab. Hailing and then running to hop in before someone else does is not an option these days.  Not to mention how much I HATE taxis, but I will save that one for another time.

I spent the day in bed yesterday with my laptop, trying to get ahead on some work, as my hours in the office need to be limited.

I am cautiously optimistic that I will be able to get around minimally in the next few days.

While this totally sucks, I do believe it is my body telling me to slow down.  The last 2 weeks of storms, work, power outages, and voting (we stood outside in the cold for 1 ½ hours just to cast our ballots) combined with getting up at 5:45 to make it to the gym before getting to work extra early has finally taken its toll.

My house is a mess, my CSA vegetables are rotting in the otherwise empty refrigerator, and the content of my blog has been more about updates on my personal survival than on the intended subjects of food, fashion, fitness and family.

I am making lists, prioritizing, and asking others for help.

Hopefully, this will be something that will heal on its own, and not require surgery.

Thanksgiving is coming, and I will need to take an alternative approach to getting the annual feast ready, but it will get done, even if it is mostly prepared from a bar stool.

Thank you to everyone who has expressed concern. I will keep you posted, but it’s time to move on to other more interesting subjects!