Therapy

Ah, the joys of being 26 going on 80.
Back in March, I started experiencing a lot of pain in my left knee. Eventually, I began to feel it in my right knee as well. At times, it was/is pretty unbearable (including this past weekend...darn yoga and all the hands and knees positions). SO, I finally went to the doctor last week. Turns out I have Patellafemoral Syndrome. Long story short - the knee cap moves and has been grinding into my bones. Yipee.
For some people, it goes away after a month or two, for others it takes a couple of years. Considering it's been 10 or so months, I guess I'm on track for a year or more. Yipee, again.

To help build muscles (hoping that that will keep the knee cap in place) and heal the ligaments/tendons around the knee, my doctor prescribed that I go to physical therapy. I'm all scheduled for next week...surprisingly I have a bit more time free when school starts than I do this week (I'm sure I won't be saying that for too long).
My only problem is that I really wanted to start a regular schedule of yoga classes at the Y, but I may not be able to handle all of the stress on my knees of 2-3 therapy sessions and 2-3 yoga classes per week. We'll see. I may just have to do 1 yoga class until I'm "rehabilitated." Sound like a drunk or druggie, huh?

Well...rehab is the fashionable thing to do these days. Goodness knows I'm always fashionable.



I tried to keep it going, but I can't stop laughing....me, fashionable. That's just so funny.