Last night my belly dance class started up again. I'd missed probably half of the last session due to ongoing issues with my knee, my allergies (still on roid-rage eyedrops and Zyrtec, and have started allergy shots), and my kids getting sick. But I figured after several weeks of rest my knees might cooperate, right?
Uhm, yeah. They didn't get that memo. Especially the right knee. I even took Celebrex before class, but apparently it didn't help.* I had to sit down the last 20 minutes because the drills we were doing (Egyptian 1, which is a flat-ball-flat-ball sidestep where the flat food is the lead) caused a lovely, sharp pain to shoot up from my knee with each "flat" step.
I'm going to keep going to class and participate where I can, but in addition to that I've made an appointment with my orthopedist. It's time to see if there's something to be done about this, or if I just need to suck it up and realize there are some activities I won't be able to manage ever again.
I'm hoping its the former. My previous stance against surgery is fading in the increasing light of my progressive loss of function.
In other news, I turned 43 last week. It kind of got lost in the sea of taking care of the Gum Zombie's flu-fest, but Choreboy got me a Keurig and I've been brewing massive amounts of black coffee in a variety of flavors. It's been festive :)
And just because, here's me at 43:
I like the smile lines. And my eyes are almost aligned with each other, even, which is kind of cool... and unusual, considering my left eye is generally wandering off to the side somewhere :P
At any rate, I'll keep y'all posted on the ortho-stuff. At least I feel like I'm doing something about it.
*Okay, it might have helped with the aftermath because I'm not limping today, but last night wasn't fun.
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