I’m using a crutch. Strictly speaking, it’s on doctor’s orders.
Practically speaking, I find it helpful. A cane would be less obtrusive, but it’s not as easy to manage and doesn’t quite give me the desired support. Plus, a crutch looks temporary and canes look like something you’re going to use permanently. That’s not an image I want to convey.
My bad knee is acting up. It’s pretty sore and very unstable–it’ll just give way without warning. I don’t NEED the crutch, per se. If I’m paying attention to how I walk and keep the muscles tight I can manage okay. But the doc says he wants me using it as long as there’s any risk of instability.
I’ve got some physical therapy exercises I’m doing more or less faithfully and I’ll almost certainly have an MRI in the near future to see exactly what’s going on in there. MRIs are a little tricky to get scheduled this time of year, especially for something not at all life threatening.
It’s not a big deal. I can do pretty much anything I want to do–it’s more an inconvenience than anything else. But it generates lots of compassion and interest, and people keep wanting to not let me do things. I have to sneak around to do the heavy lifting. Which I’m still entirely capable of, thank you very much; I just have to be careful how I move.
When people ask me about it I tell them “the doctor said I needed more sympathy.”
Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.