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I stalled and almost talked myself into not doing a video tonight, because I had done yard work, but this sort of thing is insidious. I know myself and I know I have to keep at it or I will slip. Vigilance!! Damn. It helps to use this journal, to announce the things I plan to do and then I feel I have to do them.

My knees hurt some of the time, mostly near the end. But I feel they will get stronger. I feel, even more than before, that this exercise is necessary to save my life, in a way. That it will become increasingly harder to return to a semblance of normal if I let go now. I only wish I had really understood this better when I was younger, and really had absorbed it.


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May. 21st, 2002 05:59 pm (UTC)
Hi Judith!   I was looking at your journal after your post in Grammar Whores and saw this entry.   I'm suffering from bad knees myself at the moment (at many moments actually) and getting ready to schedule joint replacement surgery.   Seeing you mention your knees has spiked my curiosity.   What, if you don't mind my asking, is the problem with your knees?   Perhaps you've learned something you could pass along to me.

Nice to meet you, by the way.   I've seen your photo on several searches I've done in the past day or two and you look like a great person.

May. 21st, 2002 06:31 pm (UTC)
Hi Faerie! (what is your name really?)

I am sorry I don't have much to say about my knees. I have suffered with them for many years but did not learn what was the real cause of my grief until just last week. And it turns out to be arthritis. How boring. And how frustrating.

My knees are way out of alignment, presumably (according to the orthopedist) because of the arthritis eating away at one side of each, causing a gap so the knee caps slid. I also have spurs. Because this was not diagnosed correctly a while back, I have gone through a couple of bouts of physical therapy from times when I messed up by riding a bike that didn't fit right and other dumb things. The therapy helped get me moving again after being in so much pain I could hardly walk, but my knees tended to stay the same fundamentally.

I don't have nearly the problems you have (I just looked at your long discourse on your knees. yikes.). Because of the extreme pronation, my balance is not as good as it could be and certain moves are a problem. Deep knee bends, straightening my knees all the way, climbing downhill (uphill isn't great but doesn't seem as hard on the knees).

I don't want to be disabled so I have aggressively worked on mobility by doing weight lifting and aerobic type workouts (using videos mostly, but sometimes a gym). I recently went to my chiropractor to find out what specific exercises I can do to improve my condition. She suggested one, and sent me to a podiatrist for orthotics. I got the orthotics, did the exercise she recommended as well as one the podiatrist recommended, and my knees got worse! So she sent me to an orthopedist for a real diagnosis at last.

And that's where I am. The leg extension exercise recommended by the podiatrist is out. And the orthopedist gave me some general knee exercises that are not likely to do much for me. He said the only real solution is knee surgery. As I don't have health insurance I can't even think of that. Even if I did have insurance chances are really good that it would not be approved because I function perfectly well in most of my life. I just want more and I want to be done with the pain. I want to be able to hike for days. I'd love to have straight legs. I dream of these things. I am doing what is available to me, within my financial and other limits. Taking flax seed oil, eating a healthy diet (I do this anyway), getting capsicums in there more often. Reducing inflammation, in other words. I don't take glucosamine & chondroitan because these are shellfish products and I dont' use animal products.

Thank you for your nice comments. It's good meeting another grammarphile, especially one over fifty! There aren't many of us elderly sorts on LJ.
May. 22nd, 2002 08:43 am (UTC)
For someone who doesn't have much to say about their knees, you did quite well. You sure have my sympathy. Arthritis is a common but serious problem. I inherited my arthritis from my mother, I believe. My biggest problem with arthritis is in my hands. Sometimes, for no apparent reason, my hands will start to curl up and deform. It's the strangest thing to see.

My mother has severe arthritis in her hands and they are getting more and more deformed every day. I feel so sorry for her because she is a concert pianist. I suspect that's going to be what happens to me as well. When I type for too long, my thumbs become extremely sore and I can no longer open most jars without some help.

So you live in San Luis Obispo! I live in the Santa Cruz area... we're neighbors, relatively speaking. SLO is such a beautiful area!

Thanks for answering my question. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around the journals.

P.S. My real name is Nikki

May. 22nd, 2002 09:17 am (UTC)
I actually meant I don't have much to say that would be *helpful*. I always have too much to say.

My mother had arthritis, too, mainly in her hands but probably in her knees too (hers looked a lot like mine). I recently hurt my right index finger - maybe a couple of weeks ago, actually - and it isn't really healed. This is suspicious and worrisome. I play the piano too, am still very facile with my fingers, the fastest keyboard artist here at work, on the computer. I would be devastated if I lost this ability.
May. 22nd, 2002 10:04 am (UTC)
You have to be fast when you have a lot to say.

I used to type 95wpm; but my speed has decreased to about 70-80wpm over the past few years. I think if the arthritis in my hands gets worse... gets as bad as my mother's, for example... I'd have to have surgery or I would end up being one miserable lady.

I sure hope your finger heals soon.
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