When we were young we only thought of our knees in terms of our skirt being above or below them. Some of us cringed when we wore a bathing suit and had to expose our dimpled knees to the world. They were simply a necessary evil to most, while others thought they were the “bee’s knees!” (If you know what I mean.)
My knees were used and overused as I was growing up. I ran everywhere. No special reason, I just loved to run – barefoot. And, I climbed trees, hung upside down from the limbs and dropped to the ground instead of climbing back down the way I came up. Tomboys did those things without a thought of what was to come later as we aged.
At school I could be found swinging from the trapeze, spinning 360 degrees by my knees, or just dangling and watching the other kids play right-side up. I hung by one knee, then the other, and with both knees for what seemed like forever.
In high school, like everyone, I carried a mile-high stack of books on my hips, which happen to be just uphill from my knees. A few years later, it was a baby (or five) who perched on my hip. Up until a few years ago, I could be found lifting all manner of heavy objects as I worked on yard and home improvement projects. All of these without a thought of how this could impact the joints. Ahhhh, youth and stupidity – a perfect combination.
Which brings me to today. My knees are a wreck. I am waiting for the results of yesterday’s x-rays. The primary care physician suspects arthritis. But, then what? Can arthritis be evicted? Tossed out? Or does someone with a needle or a knife need to be called? I don’t even want to think about it, but I can’t help it – I hurt and that’s all I can focus on right now. Of course, I understand I am not the first to have this problem. There are millions of us who are limping, hobbling, shuffling along due to one joint dysfunction or another. However, this time it is personal and I am not taking it lying down! Listen. Do you hear a whining sound in the distance? It’s me.