I am a complete jackass. Last week, I blogged about my aching back. I was unable to walk for almost two days. The pain was intense. Then, I suddenly felt better. My back was still a little sore, but it was 100 times better than it had been mid-week. When Saturday rolled around, I decided that I wanted to start painting the bathroom. I went to Lowe's, bought all of my supplies, and got started.
I decided to start the project by using a brush to cut in around the baseboards of the bathroom. When I went to kneel down on the tile, my knee hit against the floor at a weird angle. I was in agony. It felt like I had shattered my freaking knee cap. I laid on the bathroom floor cursing for 5 minutes. When the pain eventually started to fade, I try to get back on my knees. Bad idea. If I put any pressure on my knee, the pain was overwhelming. So, I decided to sit Indian-style instead. You'll be happy to know that despite my pain, I painted the entire bathroom.
On Sunday morning, I woke up with lots of knee pain. It was a continuous dull ache, that lasted most of the day. On Monday, I woke up with a slight backache, but my knee felt a little better. On Tuesday, it was becoming increasingly difficult to lift my children without doubling over in pain. On Wednesday, my back hurt so bad it was almost unbearable. I literally could not stand upright - much too painful. And today, I haven't moved from my couch all morning.
The good news is that my knee feels better. The bad news is that I am a jackass, who doesn't know when to take it easy. And now I am paying the price. Next time you go out - look for me. I'll be the hunched over 90 year old woman chasing after 2 toddlers.