Today is my third day on crutches, and I am not happy. Saturday at Karate was having a great workout, really enjoying things when it happened...
Leg to the floor after a round kick, slightly off balance, weight onto the leg and CRACK. I wanted to scream the pain was so excrutiating. I managed to hold the screams in as both James and Jane were there and I did not want to upset them too much. As it was Jane was crying when she saw me on the floor holding my leg. Sensei asked if I was OK, then asked me to move to the side of the room so the class could continue... what the... so two of my friends helped me to the side of the room. Then I just sat on the floor gulping in air trying to focus on not throwing up. My friends were racing around trying to find a bag for me to be sick in, thankfully I managed to keep it down, because the bad they found wasn't up to much.
I can honestly say it was the worst pain I have ever felt. That is after labour and caesareans, cracked nipples, mastitis and all of that stuff (previously the mastitis topped it for me) each time I had to move my leg I felt like I would black out. Thankfully my friend Sophie was there to help, she organised the kids to be picked up by her husband and taken home, then she got me to the hospital and stayed with me while they did their thing there. The Emergency Ward was empty when we arrived, and all up it only took two and a half hours and we were heading home. The diagnosis, torn medial ligament. My knee is the size of a rockmelon and I am on crutches for a week at least. The first night at home was painful and I did not sleep well, I then spent most of Sunday on the lounge with my leg up, pain was slightly improved, and I slept slightly better the second night. The bigger kids are off to school today and a friend is picking up Joan to take her to playschool this afternoon so I dont have to worry about them for the rest of the day so I might be able to catch up on some sleep then.
Looks like I will be out of action for the whole week, then hopefully I will be able to start doing things again next week.
Not happy.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
just does my head in
Well my whole weight loss effort has fallen flat... Two weeks ago a friend and I talked about losing 10kg before Christmas, personally I would have been happy to make it 8kg, and since then I have not been able to stop eating! The whole pschology of this just does my head in. I want to lose the weight, I agree on a plan, then I stuff it completely, and on what? things that I dont even really like that much. I have been in sugar overload, which we all know makes you feel like crap, and I cant seem to fill the empty pit inside me.
Today I started the day differently, instead of my usual muesli I had a tub of yoghurt and fruit, then a piece of fruit a little later. It is now 11.00am and I am not feeling hungry, YAY. I guess I will need to experiment a little and work out what is going to work for me these days.
On the exercise front things are looking OK, Saturday was 1.5hrs of Karate, Sunday we gardened for four hours (got the veggies in the ground) Monday I did pump, Tuesday 1 hr of Karate, and today I am getting my bike out, strapping Joan into the baby carrier (she is now 4 not a baby, but I can still sit her there) then riding to a friends house. Then we will walk to school to collect the older kids, walk back to her place, then I will ride home with Joan, and she will drop Jane and James over a little while later. This evening there is another 1 hr of Karate training. Tomorrow is pump again, then I just have to work out what I will do on Friday, to make an entire week of exercising daily.
Unfortunately I rolled my ankle at Karate two weeks ago, it turned purple, then yellow and swelled up like a tennis ball. The swelling has gone down a lot, and the bruising is fading, but it is still hurting, and painful to press on the ankle bone. I had wanted to start the C25K program again this week, but I might just give it a few more days and see how the ankle progresses.
Karate has been a bit slow lately, I dont feel like I have been progressing very much, I have spoken to some of the more experienced members in our training sessions, and they have all assured me that they have experienced the same kind of thing, at first it is all hard, then you suddenly get it, and it becomes easier, then you find out that what you GOT, you need now to change because it is not as simple as it was first taught to you as... what the...? I guess it is like anything, you start out and its hard, you get going and things are great, then you hit a plateau that you have to work your way through - so right now I think I am on the Karate plateau. The funny thing is when I hit a weight loss plateau I feel like giving up, in fact often I do, but this Karate plateau seems more like a phase that I have to go through, but I dont have the urge to give up, I am just more determined to train harder and get over it. If only I could work through the weight loss like it was karate.
Today I started the day differently, instead of my usual muesli I had a tub of yoghurt and fruit, then a piece of fruit a little later. It is now 11.00am and I am not feeling hungry, YAY. I guess I will need to experiment a little and work out what is going to work for me these days.
On the exercise front things are looking OK, Saturday was 1.5hrs of Karate, Sunday we gardened for four hours (got the veggies in the ground) Monday I did pump, Tuesday 1 hr of Karate, and today I am getting my bike out, strapping Joan into the baby carrier (she is now 4 not a baby, but I can still sit her there) then riding to a friends house. Then we will walk to school to collect the older kids, walk back to her place, then I will ride home with Joan, and she will drop Jane and James over a little while later. This evening there is another 1 hr of Karate training. Tomorrow is pump again, then I just have to work out what I will do on Friday, to make an entire week of exercising daily.
Unfortunately I rolled my ankle at Karate two weeks ago, it turned purple, then yellow and swelled up like a tennis ball. The swelling has gone down a lot, and the bruising is fading, but it is still hurting, and painful to press on the ankle bone. I had wanted to start the C25K program again this week, but I might just give it a few more days and see how the ankle progresses.
Karate has been a bit slow lately, I dont feel like I have been progressing very much, I have spoken to some of the more experienced members in our training sessions, and they have all assured me that they have experienced the same kind of thing, at first it is all hard, then you suddenly get it, and it becomes easier, then you find out that what you GOT, you need now to change because it is not as simple as it was first taught to you as... what the...? I guess it is like anything, you start out and its hard, you get going and things are great, then you hit a plateau that you have to work your way through - so right now I think I am on the Karate plateau. The funny thing is when I hit a weight loss plateau I feel like giving up, in fact often I do, but this Karate plateau seems more like a phase that I have to go through, but I dont have the urge to give up, I am just more determined to train harder and get over it. If only I could work through the weight loss like it was karate.
Thursday, October 6, 2005
New Look
After accidently finding a site with some templates for blogging I decided to try a new look. I like it. I downloaded the template from Caz, check out her blog here if you like it.
I have not gone through and finished updating the links and such as time is short today and it is First sons birthday. I still cant get me head around the fact that I am the mother of a ten year old boy! That makes me feel my age a little.
Had the conversation with the kids today, quite hilarious really, it came about quite by accident, and I found out that Number One Son, James, knows quite a bit more about how babies are made than I realised. DD, Jane, spied a box of tamp0ns sitting on the fridge and asked what that pink box was for, so I started the explaining about p3riods in the most simple manner I could. Jane is only seven so I did not think she needed much, part way through my explanation James chimes in about how babies grow from an egg and a sp3rm from the mum and the dad, you know the whole conception idea... thankfully no one asked exactly how the egg and the sp3rm got together as I dont think Jane or 3 year old Joan are quite ready for that explanation, but I do think I will need to talk to James in the near future to check out exactly how much he does know LOL.
James has two friends coming over for dinner tonight, then staying for a sleepove which should prove noisy, we got him a new bike for his birthday, but unfotunately the man about the house has not been about the house long enough to finish assembling the bike, so he wont be able to use it until the weekend. And dont think I am impressed with man not about the house, we have had the bike in the garage for over a week, but he is too caught up in his own concerns to spare a thought for any one else at the moment. I think he has definitely forgotten what it feels like to be ten and to have a birthday, I remember the excitement, when you did not have to patience to wait another week to be able to ride your new bike. I am V cranky with him right now, and not sure if I will be ready to forgive him in a short space of time.
The weekend camping trip was great, will post more about that later once I have some photos to go with it, the only sour point was after we came home, an argument, which is still unresolved three days later kind of took some of the shine off the weekend.
More later.
I have not gone through and finished updating the links and such as time is short today and it is First sons birthday. I still cant get me head around the fact that I am the mother of a ten year old boy! That makes me feel my age a little.
Had the conversation with the kids today, quite hilarious really, it came about quite by accident, and I found out that Number One Son, James, knows quite a bit more about how babies are made than I realised. DD, Jane, spied a box of tamp0ns sitting on the fridge and asked what that pink box was for, so I started the explaining about p3riods in the most simple manner I could. Jane is only seven so I did not think she needed much, part way through my explanation James chimes in about how babies grow from an egg and a sp3rm from the mum and the dad, you know the whole conception idea... thankfully no one asked exactly how the egg and the sp3rm got together as I dont think Jane or 3 year old Joan are quite ready for that explanation, but I do think I will need to talk to James in the near future to check out exactly how much he does know LOL.
James has two friends coming over for dinner tonight, then staying for a sleepove which should prove noisy, we got him a new bike for his birthday, but unfotunately the man about the house has not been about the house long enough to finish assembling the bike, so he wont be able to use it until the weekend. And dont think I am impressed with man not about the house, we have had the bike in the garage for over a week, but he is too caught up in his own concerns to spare a thought for any one else at the moment. I think he has definitely forgotten what it feels like to be ten and to have a birthday, I remember the excitement, when you did not have to patience to wait another week to be able to ride your new bike. I am V cranky with him right now, and not sure if I will be ready to forgive him in a short space of time.
The weekend camping trip was great, will post more about that later once I have some photos to go with it, the only sour point was after we came home, an argument, which is still unresolved three days later kind of took some of the shine off the weekend.
More later.
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