1. Do you watch sports? If so, which ones?
Not if I can help it!
2. What/who are your favorite sports teams and/or favorite athletes?
I couldn't care less for team sports. My favourite athlete is Lance Armstrong, because he beat cancer and he's very motivated and a great motivator, and G and D like him. So, it's more like I have favourites by proxy.
3. Are there any sports you hate?
Ice hocky? Rugby? Football (soccer, for you Americans)? Hate is not a word in my vocabulary, really. If I would hate any sports it would be the ones above because they're so aggressive. Kinda fits, doesn't it?
There is something about sports in general which I strongly disapprove of: doping. What's the point in winning if it's not really you but some little pill or other inanimate substance did the winning for you?!? That's just stupid.
4. Have you ever been to a sports event?
Yes. None that I didn't participate in myself, though. No wait, I have been to events I didn't participate in: horse jumping. I was accompanying a good friend who *was* participating. Where are you, T?
5. Do/did you play any sports (in school or other)? How long did you play?
Yes! Lemmecee. I played korfball when I was in primary school, for, oh, a couple of years. Then I danced when I was in secondary school. In university I picked up squash (racket ball) and aerobics, and swimming and tae bo. After university I started yoga and weight training, and last year I picked up running. I started dancing again this Autumn (Fall).
Today I saw somebody on the train who works in my building, but I've only ever spoken to him during this squash (racket ball) tournament a year ago. That got me thinking about squash, and in my mind I was playing, sprinting for the ball, jumping this way and that, and loving it. I almost started feeling sorry for myself. Boo-hoo, I can't play squash or run or swim or do any of my favourite sports these days. Boo-hoo-hoo, it's been half a year already. Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo, I don't know if I ever will be able to ever again! Going into: I'm an athlete, if I can't exercise I might as well die. Then I stopped myself, and told myself to think and live like an athlete, exercise or no exercise. Good plan.
Jumper's knee, he says. Chronical, he says. Or one to five years, he says. Get the MRI scan, and we'll talk again, he says. Sounds like it could be soon, doesn't it? Well, I'll be lucky to speak to him again before my holiday. Fukcing waiting lists, fucking hospital, fucking injury, fuck fuck fuck! Patients/ce?
I like that doctor! Yup, I saw my family doctor today, only it was another doctor than last time, due to my doctor being in a time-shared practice. Fine. Excellent, even. 'Cuz I can just tell that this doctor is an athlete, just like me. Okay, maybe I use the term athlete a little more losely than the general public or the commentors on the sports channel, but there you go, my doctor and me are both athletes.
He told me, just like the other doctor, that there was nothing to see on the x-ray, and that this wasn't surprising. Well, the other doctor predicted this, and this doctor just concluded it. Same difference.
Other than the other doctor, however, this one had a clue what the problem was, what the solution, and it didn't involve medication or surgery.
Just more of that stupid patience, and some physical therapy, taking it easy, and seeing a specialist.
What would this specialist be able to accomplish, I asked.
Maybe nothing, maybe everything. Just go ahead with the physical therapy and the patience, and see this other specialist if just to make sure you don't have to go see him in a couple of months from now and have them say "you should have come here a year ago!". Fair enough.
Ouch.
What do you do when you want to run, but your knees hurt when you do?
1. Take it easy for a while - it'll probably pass (the pain).
2. Stop running altogether for 2 weeks, and slowly start training again.
3. Slow down even more, and ask the on-site physical therapist for advice: treatment.
4. Contact family doctor, to have pictures (x-rays) taken.
5. Have x-rays taken.
6. Call in for results.
7. Call in again for results 2 days later.
8. Call in again for results. Get results. Results = nothing to see.
9. See family doctor again, to plan the next step.
Don't they know that patients have no patience, especially running patients?
No further physical therapy until they can find the problem, which means pictures (x-rays? mri?) have to be taken. That could take a while. Aaaaarrrrggghhhh! I want to run! Running is me! Boohoohoo!