So apparently there are a few meanings of “gimp” in the dictionary. I only knew it as person (or animal) with issues walking. I must have blocked out the meaning in Pulp Fiction. Anyway, we are on meaning (1) which is person who has issues with the legs. Gimpy Sue, as I affectionately call myself sometimes.
I’m still gimpy. A lot. No running. Ultrasound on my knee was negative which means nothing other than my veins aren’t falling apart. Great. I have cartilage damage, which I knew, just don’t know how bad.
I’ve been hobbling around at work when I get up from sitting. It’s quite attractive. I don’t wear heels. I wince going up the stairs. Tylenol has become my best friend on the bad days. Luckily they haven’t been as horrible lately. It’s also been about a month since I’ve gone running.
To say it’s obnoxious that my knees hurt is an understatement. I miss running. Like crazy. I still get jealous seeing all the people run in the neighborhood but I’m not stupid enough to go out there again. I haven’t gotten desperate enough. Not yet.
My doctor said, “sounds like running is not your sport.” More news I already knew. Thanks dude.
But when I was sitting at the doctor waiting for all my scans, I realized my annoyance that keeps me from running is an insignificant drop in the bucket.
I can walk.
I am healthy.
I am not fighting cancer.
It kind of puts things in perspective. So when I’m whining about not being able to run, I try to think of the people in the waiting room and snap myself out of it.
It’s all matter of perspective.