Sometimes, the universe DOES balance
Last night, I left work (by bus) at about 6 PM. Plenty of time to get to my car and get to book club (full book review tomorrow) by shortly after 7 PM. About 15 minutes into my bus ride, I realize that I’d left my boss’s door unlocked. That is VERY BAD. If I were anywhere else, I would hop off the bus, and either walk or take the next bus back to work. However, it would’ve taken me a bit more than 15 minutes to walk back to work, and about 30 minutes to bus back. It’s a circular bus route.
So, I ride the bus to my car. And drive back to work. In the rain. And, since I am a big chicken, that means I can’t take the fastest route, because that involves going over the Fremont Bridge, and that is UNACCEPTABLE in the rain.
(Not really the Fremont (I-405) Bridge)
I locked my boss’s door. And then, I drove to book club. And, I got pulled over. I have never gotten a ticket in my life (according to any official records), and never been pulled over for speeding. I wasn’t going that fast – 42 in a 35 – and I did get off with a warning, but it was still upsetting.
I got to book club (hi! In case any of your book ladies are here) late, everyone was already done eating, and the discussion was well underway. Fortunately, I was able to contribute, and didn’t feel like a complete idiot. The discussion of the book (Animal, Vegetable, Miracle) led to a wider discussion about eating locally, supporting local farmers, and trying a more seasonal approach to eating/cooking. It was very interesting, since this is something I have been very interested in lately.
This morning it was POURING. I was glad for the rain on Monday. I was okay with it yesterday. But today? A bit much, don’t you think? My tomatoes are going to start rotting – they’re at a very critical stage in their development.
I had my follow-up doctor appointment this morning. As I was sitting in the exam room, my MRI images displayed on the computer screen, I started to freak out. Just a little. I really, really don’t want to have surgery.
Well, the results are in:
- Intact medial meniscus (yay)
- Mild pes anserine bursitis (this is causing the most pain)
- Patellar chondromalacia with edema in superolateral aspect of Hoffa’s fat pad suggesting patellofemoral tracking pathology (my patella is miffed, but not angry – and who are you calling fat?)
- Well-corticated ossification along distal patellar tendon at tibial tubercle (the bone fragments are not inflamed, although they do exist)
So – all mostly good. They gave me a steroid shot (I am now banned from Olympic competition – hope I’m not letting Team USA down too much) and I start physical therapy soon. The doctor said I could go on a very short, very slow, very easy run in two weeks. He was not supportive of doing the 5K Run for the Cure (he suggested I “Rest for the Cure” instead) on 9/21, he laughed when I mentioned half-marathon in October, but thought maybe a 5K by the end of October.
He even complimented my footwear today. I wore ugly shoes (as my boss called them) today. I, of course, had cute back-up footwear in my office.
So – no surgery! Totally balances out my getting pulled over last night. Maybe that’s why I had to get pulled over. My karma isn’t good enough to get “no surgery” otherwise. (Note to self, start being nicer to obnoxious monsters little angels in the supermarket.)
Soon, I will totally be back to these:
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