I have never been a fan of going to the doctor. I have a really great doctor and I don’t mind so much when I have to go see him. Right now I am contemplating a trip to the doctor and this is why.
Yesterday David got thirty bags of mulch for the garden. He was busy with something else, so I proceeded to lift them out of the truck and stack them. No problem. I have stacked hundreds of bags of mulch in the past.
Then, last night I started to bend my left knee and an excruciating pain shot through it, clear up my leg. Every time I tried bending my knee I was in tears. I had pinched a nerve or pulled a muscle. I took pain relievers and a muscle relaxer in hopes of softening the pain a little.
I took a heating pad to bed with me, but I spent the night looking for a comfortable position for my leg. It was like it was its own entity. Not a part of my body except for the pain. I don’t think childbirth was as painful. I finally ended up in a single bed in our guest room and fell into a restless sleep.
Now today I am sitting in a recliner, unable to bend my knee unless I use my hands to gently raise it. I had to make baked beans and a cake for a funeral dinner at out church today and I managed that and drove to church, but had to get someone to help me get the baked beans inside. I felt so puny. I was so glad I managed to do it as the funeral was for a man I have known ever since we started going to our church thirty some years ago. He was a godly man and a good man and we will surely miss him. I am sure they are celebrating his arrival in Heaven.
This afternoon, David and I are going to look at some acreage in Brown county and I am hoping I can walk the property lines to see where it goes. I am determined to do it as I really would love to own some property in Brown Country which is a wooded, hilly area in our state. We shall see. David says if I am not better in a day or so, I will go to the doctor. I imagine him twisting and turning my knee and me screaming in agony as he does it and I don’t relish the thought. I am praying the pain will go away before I have to see a doctor.
When I was a little girl, my parents took all us kids periodically to the doctor for polio shots. Back then it was a real threat. In fact, one time my parents thought I had polio because I got a very stiff neck and could not look up. Those were the times when doctors made house calls and Dr. Barton came to our house and put me through a series of neck exercises. He decided I didn’t have polio, but suggested we all have polio shots and we did. My sister would tease me about how long the needle was and scare me half to death before I even got into the doctor’s office. Perhaps that is why I have a slight fear of doctors to this day.
Later, when I was in school, I suffered with tonsillitis quite often. I was absent from school for six weeks in second grade because I had such severe sore throat problems. My mother would talk to my teacher and get my homework and I would lay in bed all day eating soup and reading and doing my homework. I was so glad to get back to school with all my friends. I still have my tonsils even though the doctor had recommended they be removed.
I am not a good patient and do not like being bedridden or chair ridden as I am now. Perhaps this is God’s way of slowing me down and having me look to Him. Anyway, I have empathy with those of you in pain right now. It isn’t fun. It’s humbling and there is nothing to be done but endure it. If you are a praying person, say a little prayer for me that my knee might be healed. Thank you.
I have sounded like a whiny baby here, but, hey, every day isn’t all sunshine and happy. Bye.