Blogging as Therapy
To my loyal readership of five,
Sorry I’ve been MIA lately. I’m cranky as hell, so I promise you haven’t missed anything. The knee injury I sustained during my eight mile run a week and a half ago—probably just a particularly evil case of runner’s knee—has gotten quite a bit worse. Like, limping worse. Dragging my right leg behind me worse. 1800 mg of ibuprofen a day worse.
And so I’m cranky as hell. The problem isn’t just the fact that it hurts in ways I cannot describe in polite language (not that that’s stopped me before), but that it’s going to be a pretty serious test of my limits to finish training for and to run the half-marathon on May 5. Not being able to run after this much of an investment is kind of heartbreaking, so I’m not really considering it a possibility. I saw a guy today who does muscle activation technique, which you should just look up on your own, because when I try to explain it it sounds like knee voodoo, but it’s actually extremely effective. And I have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon tomorrow afternoon. I’d like to be cautiously optimistic, but I’m kind of still limping. Perhaps the good doctor can just inject ibuprofen directly into my bloodstream.
And as long as I’m using my blog as a place to vent, I should mention that I cannot find my Illinois tax returns from last year, my mom is coming into town next weekend and will completely freak out when she sees the state of my apartment, and I am working extra late all this week to make up time from my fourteen different knee-related appointments.
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In happier news, my parents have adopted a very handsome tuxedo kitty, who might, sadly, end up with the name Bubba. When I tried to step in on behalf of this poor, defenseless cat, explaining that Bubba is a guy with a beer belly and a wife-beater, I was told that I’d clearly been too long removed from my Texas roots. Ouch. But check out Nameless Kitty on my Flickr page. He’s pretty stinkin’ cute.
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current book: *sigh* Is it wrong of me to want to put Elizabeth Costello down? Because I rather like the idea of the book more than the book itself. My recent Atlantic and sort-of-recent New Yorker just arrived (first mail delivery in a week!), so I’ll be putting poor E.C. off for at least another few days.
current music: God, I’ve really been in a funk lately. I have actually watched some movies, though, if you can believe that: Who Killed the Electric Car?, Stranger than Fiction, Mrs. Henderson Presents and Rumor Has It. That is more movies in three weeks than I’ve seen in three years.
current socks: Only the best Easter socks ever! They have chocolate bunnies on the side… with one ear bitten off.
Posted 9 April 2007
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the bubba baxter pictures are great! i love the one where he has thrown back his head to show off his bowtie and zebra striped collars. and his yummy oreo chin. he looks like he owns the place.
As you know I too have a knee problem and my running club friends are are trying to get me to move into triathlons – that way you get to compete in something involving running but it’s mitigated by the biking and swimming. In case you are tempted to say – but I hate swimming in open water (which has been my response) – there are some events that take place in swimming pools – the only natural place for a human being to be swimming as far as those of us from landlocked states like Oklahoma are concerned.
Good luck LB, I feel your pain, literaly.
R
Could you talk your parents into B.B.? Using the initials for both Bubba and Baxter?
I’m sorry about your injury. Since I can’t run half a block I probably can’t identify with your pain, but I am sorry.
Thanks, always good posts on your blog!
I dunno, alura… I think I am more interested in the idea of knee voodoo than the somewhat granola-sounding muscle activation technique.
I picture you in a sleezy back-alley storefront decorated like a tiki-bar. and the doctor dancing around you in full dr. gear plus “witch doctor” mask.
I would totally be up for that!
and as far as “…Bubba is a guy with a beer belly and a wife-beater…” – i fail to see a problem
love, serge
you know, I won’t think any less of you if you don’t run the mini. You can come have pre-wedding mani-pedi’s with me & B.