Tears, knees and best friends
A page in the diary "A Day in the Life Of..."
Written by babz 26. Feb 2008 10:16 PM
I have been very restless and agitated the last few days. I didn't go skating yesterday - I was tired, sore and still quite embarrassed over my meltdown on Friday. I had a nice night at home on the couch watching TV and generally just being lazy - it is a long time since I have allowed myself to have a break. My knee was very sore last night, and I was in bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep because it, my other knee and my ankle hurt so bad. I took an extra sleeper and extra seroquel and had a decent night's sleep.
Today I had to go down to the shopping centre to get some stuff. I decided to catch the bus cause money is tight at the moment with skating and a bus ticket is cheaper. That and I don't have to be particularly alert. Anyway, I was walking along and the next thing I know I am sprawled flat on my face on the ground. I still can't figure out how that happened, cause if I tripped I would have felt the stumble, but if I slipped I would have gone over backwards. Either way it hurt like a bitch as my knees copped the full force and I twisted my ankle as I went down. This is a positive of skating, you learn how to get up at lightning speed, completely ignoring all pain until you can collapse in a heap in private. Damn, did I collapse.
Then it was off to the physio, cause skating has stuffed my knees up and after last night I couldn't stand the pain anymore. Physio explained what was wrong but it didn't make much sense - something to do with my kneecap pinching cause I'm double jointed. Showed me how to tape it to relieve the pain, told me to ice it whenever I can and I have to go back next week. In hinesight perhaps going straight from physio to dance class wasn't so smart, but oh well I had fun. God knows I need some of that.
My friend Andy sent me a message - he and his partner Chris have been approved for an apartment that they really wanted in Collingwood - about a 45 minute drive from where I live. They are moving on Saturday. I am happy for them, but sad too for purely selfish reasons. Andy and I have known each other since I was 1 or 2. He lived 500 metres from me my whole life until last February when he and Chris moved out about 20 minutes away. Still not as convenient as a 5 minute walk but I still got to see him a bit. I'm scared that now that he is moving so far away that I will never get to see him. He is the only person I know that has stood by my side through everything, and believe me - I haven't made it easy. I don't know how I would have gotten through this without him, and I am terrified that we will drift now that he is living so far away. Don't get me wrong - it is great that things are working well for him and Chris, but I'm still sad.